The Hustler

After dropping out of college, in January of ’63;
I decided that a Pool Hustler, was what I wanted be!
I hung around the local poolroom, from late morning all through the night;
I had my regular customers, who I always treated right!
.
The secret of successful hustling, is to let them win sometimes;
To win the games for dollars, and throw the ones for dimes!
Of course, I knew my limits, never let my ego swell;
I avoided guys who could beat me, so I always did real well!
.
Some weeks I’d break a hundred, of bucks that I had made;
But as the Spring months came to great us, I felt my aspirations fade!
I saw hustlers had no future, most ending up behind the old eight ball;
So I moved on to greener pastures, hung my cue stick on the wall!
.
.
                                     I was a hustler
                          But I gave up the green felt
                                For lusher ventures