Sonnet #298

Heads you win - Tails I lose, so all that's left

Is to hope the coin lands on its side

And sticks there, a lucky break, my ride

to greatness counts on this, no theft

Just legal limbo in the corners of the rules

Where you and I can tie a little, and I

can take a little bit of what you hide

And the rules you write for me, my tools

Otherwise must belong to you and work

To make you richer, but I pay to toss the coin

My entry fee is paid, and I will never shirk

My duties, but I'm feeling lucky, and I think I'll join

Your club if this coin lands just so, I smirk

before you throw it up, because I believe in coins

When I'm one of you, I'll call the unlucky ones jerks