"Jerry Shoots Craps."
I feel like I'm taking a lot.
I'm way over.
Am I way over?
"Jerry Shoots Craps"-- this is second to last.
Jerry, being only a makeshift wiseacre,
living a life the size of a spool of thread,
can't afford tolerance.
He barbs wire from 4:00 in the morning till close,
and then goes back to eating peanuts.
He hates the cat, the dog, and the canary.
He hates in lieu of what he is--
what Tom has turned him into.
Most of all, he hates this game he's always losing.
No, bitterness doesn't come close to what he's got--
a ball of muddied yarn, a knotted heart that's died.
Tom, you must love Jerry.
Love him till your own heart is miscarried.