casino day
Issac Rollins at my desk I keep a poker chip small blue worth a dollar at a dying atlantic city casino it reminds me how some men are the lucky ones they collect these chips in the thousands, collect the girls and the status that come with the chips they always have cash in their pockets some men are born to be lucky sons of bitches baby, I can promise you I’ll never be one. |
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About the Author: Issac W. Rollins is a 25 year old poet and short story author. Outside of writing, he enjoys film and the outdoors, as well as live music. He is currently working on his first chapbook. His work can be found here, on Instagram, as well as various online publications. He lives in southern New Jersey.