Liar’s Dice

by abubhaji

Split-tooth snarl
                Carl
he, with the minor E
         downbar
                                   at the V.I.
                  with everready
Freddy drivin’ stepside
his tangerine love machine
    beershouts,
“let’s roll, Bro
‘fore 5150 struts in with toothless grin
   ‘n gets it
with a cuestick again,”
“that prick ripped me off a year ago,”
       Red said, smokin’
a red, tokin’ a roach
                         downbar at the V.I.
downstool from you and I
    with four fives –
five fours –
“Six sixes,” says the devil Dan
Pete claiming he’s taken a life
with his own hand
and
yet
we continued
to roll the dice
and
lie,
         lie,
                   lie
                                                downbar at the V.I.