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[title] => Mister Ike Wizard
[time] => 2006-01-17 17:27:25
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[bodytext] => She walks alone in misery I said to her, its all been done She turned to me with a funny kind of smile And we toasted as we welcomed the morning sun (the night before) Poor Eddie was losing Mistress is gonna be mad Eddie was in over his head again This time it was going to be bad Come on Ike give me a spin I shrugged my shoulders with a laugh Poor Eddie was 'a sweatin' Unprepared for he ain't done 'is math Roll the dice Charlie Told 'im not to worry what Ike said I laughed at Charlie But I was scared for 'im instead Well, Eddie was a spinnin' Had been jaked for all of an hour Mistress was ringin' on the telly And boy, I tell you she was sour He's in two mil to me already, Ike You give him 'is final spin I shrugged my shoulder, for Mistress She was top spinnin' Miss Kingpin Come on Eddie I just got a call for another spin You got 2 mil more credit And this credit will gurantee, you're in Really?! Ike whats got ya? Mistress feelin' symp for ole Edd? Yup, she wants you to be a winner But I laughed to myself, cuz Eddie'd soon be dead Let's step outside for a dazzle ole Charlie Bring Eddie's jaked ass on out Eddie smelled of Wild Turkey Of that, I got no doubts Eddie, you must need a cigarette Charlie, hand him a drag But wait whats this is my pocket An oozie with an attitude, and even a second mag Pow! One through the left eye Charlie runs for the deck I pump Eddie up like he's a weightman Oh, the blood and skull, Edd's a wreck Clean this up Charlie I gots to go see the boss Yep, I got it Mister Wizard Watch both ways for you cross Maybe I'll take the Jag tonight Nah, Caddy cuz I'm blooded up to my knees The Mistress is callin' off the hook Give me a blasted minute, would she please Oiae, Mistress Pin Hey Ike, is everything all right? Sure is Mistress I got Charlie cleanin it up tonight She sure did look miserable With Eddie's clutch had finally lost but won We toasted to 2 mil Dealer left the table, runnin' from the sun [comments] => 1 [counter] => 440 [topic] => 31 [informant] => exodus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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