First Poem: "Klink"

[abu nuwas]

Uhh... I am new here, and this is my first real poem. My father is a poet, and I love the English language, but I don't have much of a head for rhythm. I hope it's alright; I tried to make it sound right, but... I dunno. Let me know, I guess.I wrote this on a bus, so I'm pretty amazed it's at least resembling sensical.
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White Ball, Red Ball, Black Ball,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
Happiness, Grief, Sorrow,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
Bag of Choice, Bag of Chance,
Who makes us pick?
-Klink, Klink, Klink-

While unhappy men with Charging Bulls and Sleeping Bears
Wash away their woes and praise 'til naught is left but money,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
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I have a few more lines or stanzas or whatever you'll call these, but I'm not too sure about them (since they aren't up here, I'll go ahead and tell y'all that the last stanza there refers to the white ball, and the two that aren't up refer to the other two balls).

Welcome to the Pigpen. I was tempted to ask what it all meant, but that is for you to know and me to decide for myself.

Snooker? Baseball@ Gridiron teams? Chance? I don't know, but it feels as though there is something there. Booze? Dunno.

Did you decide on a form before you began? or whether you wanted it to be metric? It seems uncertain, but there are much better critics than me here, and with luck, one will comment, and squeeze out more than I have.