Billiards!



I rack the balls,
trying not to look nervous
in front of my financer,
Whetam Gnauckweirst.




Expertly, I chalk my cue while
Whetam disperses the carefully
placed balls. I want to impress -
I put down my chalk and study the table.





"So I'm white right?"

Comments

  1. Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein! Nein!

    Nobody's the white ball!

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