We, The Unlikely Thing

All the top minds in Vegas say the odds are too long,
The investors are claiming the economy’s wrong,
Our hearts may prosper, or they might bloat with pus
but at least we can know there’s pain in it for us
Regardless of outcome, we’ll hurt and we’ll feel,
we’ll pick at the scabs so they never quite heal.
The finish-line hushes as we limp our last minutes
the horse-betters hesitate to throw down their tickets.

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