Tuesday 8 October 2019

A Misfit Among Misfits - Poker In The Basement

Cards on the table
Transactions take place
Smoke chokes the air
Breathing not available
Were we closer to each other
Or were we unable

I played fair
Saw through the bluff
Where there was nothing
Nothing but a stoner ace
Expected my share
Figured I was due
But those pots
I never did accrue

I wanted it straight
You gave me a flush
Seemed clear to me
I’d receive a bum’s rush
But when I had my straight
And I set the bets aside
Your eyes remained dead
Amid that tobacco fog

Was this all for fun
What fun is casual lying
Leaving soon felt wrong
But your patience I was trying
Never saw your hands
Only saw your rage
I won but lost all around
Leaving my worries
Trapped in my mouth’s cage

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