Pitch

It's only because all's fair and all of us
Are in for a penny...nothing but a little pitch & turn
So what's the harm? It feels good to say it and brother,
In your own coin it makes everything
Worth it. So let's just throw some bones, eyes and dollars
All trained down on the chute. Because an old man
Told me one time, Eyes open and dome on a swivel,
That's the way. The situation, he said, is fluid.
The bread is on the water and the current bears it away.
Cast your handful of ones and sixes
Against the rail, and count your money where the wind
Isn't blowing. All's fair and all's the same again.

©2008 Timothy W Holland