In anticipation of my upcoming twenty-second birthday, I have composed a haiku sequal to last year’s. It carries on with the blackjack as a metaphor for life theme.
Happy Birthday Andrew! (2004)
Twenty-two is bust.
I am over twenty-one,
can I quit the game?
©12/08/2003
Dang. I like that. So if the dealer got 21 and I have 20, can I quit too?