He thought as he stood there,
Nothing keeping him from going away,
Except he wouldn't dare,
The stakes are too high to succumb to that,
That which he can control,
It may damage his bladder ever more,
But worse, a seven might be his next roll,
Really, what damage could he succumb to,
That money wouldn't fix?
As he tries not to shake his fist too hard,
Lest he unplug his dick,
But even then,
What's a small accident?
People will forgive the most heinous acts,
If there's possibly some money in it.