Mediocre Gambler Blues

I’m a mediocre gambler at a charity bazaar,

And fortune has been kinder than I’ve realized or acknowledged.

It was not my aspiration when I sort-of went to college,

But I’m a mediocre gambler at a charity bizarre.

I’m a mediocre gambler at a charity bazaar:

A hustler at a bingo parlor really shows them how;

And a patsy in Las Vegas would have bottomed out by now;

But I’m a mediocre gambler at a charity bazaar.

My poetry is crumpled dollar bills at break of day.

My lesson plans are Instant Breakfast in a pewter stein.

I tread the boards but once a week, and then I draw my pay.

My students hear a voice that I just know cannot be mine.

The holy souls who know me best are much too far away.

My brain's a ball of oil paint - my blood is turpentine.

You knew it when you met me: (If you’re who I think you are…)

I’m a mediocre gambler at a charity bazaar.