Hustled

I've always been excellent at playing pool. But I got in a situation that made me look like a fool. Last month a guy challenged me to play some games. We bet money and what happened was a damn shame. He lost the first three games and that drove up the bets. When he was finished with me, I was in serious debt. I wound up owing that man two thousand dollars. I refused to pay, I even screamed and hollered. But then he introduced me to his two large goons. I decided to pay the man and I decided very soon. I knew they could hurt me because they have huge muscles. I'll never bet on pool games again, I don't like being hustled. (This is a fictional poem)