Ode+to+The+P.I.M.P.+Dice

Ode to The Cool Dice

Swaying in the rearview mirror Boasting… there is a cool guy in here Royal blue with a feathery touch Silvery dice, a diamond in the ruff Won with fistfuls of orange tickets, While taking a break from roller-skating at the rink, I picked it Faded and torn, the dots on the dice Hold stories of young twins short rich lives As fast as lightning I negotiate the curves Twirling the dice around my fingertips being careful not to swerve, Snake eyes on a string, a gift for my mother A foamy cube of squishiness, there is no other.