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Mar 24, 2009
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A Poker Face
The whiskey kept flowing,
and the cigar smoke crowds,
one swaying light,
burning and glowing
over four men mid fight
betting and bluffing
with plotting and cunning
winning then losing
"check"
"check"
"3 kings and a lady"
his stockpile restored,
his smile flashes gold
he waits to collect,
turn away, turn away, and reflect!
wide eyes beneath their glasses,
shifting and elusive
devious and bold
their actions
enticing, inviting
and desperately cold
calculated moves,
to throw their enemy astray,
"I call",
"I raise",
"I fold",
his chips reduced,
slowly wasted and tolled,
turn away, turn away, and reflect!
He loosens his tie
and slumps back in his chair
defeated, conquered
and with a poisonous stare
his eyes turn red
and he jumps to his feet
a gun clenched set,
the men bound backward
sweating profusely in their seats
1 shot
2 shots
3 shots
"you fold"
all night not a hand would hold up
he now pockets the gold
turn away, turn away, and reflect!
A poker face means nothing when you have everything to loose.
and the cigar smoke crowds,
one swaying light,
burning and glowing
over four men mid fight
betting and bluffing
with plotting and cunning
winning then losing
"check"
"check"
"3 kings and a lady"
his stockpile restored,
his smile flashes gold
he waits to collect,
turn away, turn away, and reflect!
wide eyes beneath their glasses,
shifting and elusive
devious and bold
their actions
enticing, inviting
and desperately cold
calculated moves,
to throw their enemy astray,
"I call",
"I raise",
"I fold",
his chips reduced,
slowly wasted and tolled,
turn away, turn away, and reflect!
He loosens his tie
and slumps back in his chair
defeated, conquered
and with a poisonous stare
his eyes turn red
and he jumps to his feet
a gun clenched set,
the men bound backward
sweating profusely in their seats
1 shot
2 shots
3 shots
"you fold"
all night not a hand would hold up
he now pockets the gold
turn away, turn away, and reflect!
A poker face means nothing when you have everything to loose.
— Bosscombat, Mar 24, 2009
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Seren
17 years 2 months ago
AWESOME !!!!
Seren
17 years 1 month ago
Matty
Tonya
17 years 1 month ago
Oh, how right you are!