Poetry

Joker’s Hand

I’m playing from the Joker’s hand
and the cards aren’t in it for me.
Heart’s a full house, no diamonds.
Face flushed from the Jack high,
I can’t go from club to club so
Just call me when you’re ready.
I see through your poker face,
Play straight, stop folding early.
God knows mamma didn’t raise you
To keep that King hidden so long.
Throw me an ace under the table
Cause I wanna go all in.

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