They Had Snake Eyes

My idols were
madmen.

They fucked every woman
they could.

Some men too.

They submerged their hearts
and souls
in vices
and flames.

They even destroyed lives.

But I had no one
else
to turn to.

My father was fictional
and just like fiction,
I made up
everything
about him.

Never once
seeing
into his eyes.

But these men,
were not made up.

They were there.

For me,
for countless bastards
wandering alone
in dirty underwear.

They never let
anybody
down.

They knew
what is what like
to be lost.

They knew what
failure
was
and they laughed
at it all.

That's the only
way to live.

Just a roll
of the dice.

Snake eyes
is what I
prefer.