Their baby teethed on diamonds cut to show,
they jetted northwest,
until reaching nylon quilted exhaustion, 
she always thought she'd coined all his phrases,
she whispered gently to strike,
they never dropped in light,
through some near-sighted hype,
this time he was felted again,
and again in a neon frosted gambling den,
a deluge of bitcoin smiles,
aligned with smirks dotted by sweat beaded quirks,
they learned to capture thick moisture from the air,
like swamp cooler hipsters without a care,
their triple sec maroon dive,
showed platinum sleek cartoons on a single television set,
the crowd cheered instinctively,
this baby was their sole measure of wealth,
and all their losses were counted as soft velvet points,
they gained their next opportunity to smile in the rain,
those candid shots burned her eyes,
she could feel the crowd glow,
another phrase she embellished,
too drunk they would never know the difference,
the diamonds were always cut to show.