This is not a poem

I made some notes for a story I was thinking about. They are notes. They are not a poem. I wonder what the hell I thought I was doing.

Chances, the gambling cat.

designed by scientists to be a cat that gambles.

Made without a childhood

liars dice, with truths the hazard

and childhood memories the wager

the house never wins

no one ever wins

the house has a bigger stake

bets more; plays more games

but in the end, the house is another sucker