POETRY on {Greed}: Dice

I hear they

turned the temple into a marketplace,

a thriving side economy during

troubled times,

and Mr. College the Holy

broke up that back-of-the-classroom craps

game.

Didn’t He invent the dice for them?

In this place,

you’ve gotta keep occupied,

alive ’til graduation,

whatever

that takes,

forget about a heavenly

higher education,

forget about

the boy whose daddy secured him this job,

the boy who claims tomorrow is today.