lemons poetry

Deck of mental cards

Holding all the cards just right....

face is still with a glassy glare 

they all have no idea what cards I hold 

no matter the mirrors they put up behind me they’ll never figure out the cards up my long sleeves 

one lays down a king expecting me to play one of my best cards but I lay down my 2nd worse and loose so they don’t see what I’ve got hiding 

no matter what kings they have a have a spade to beat that 

as long as I hold this expression for long enough they’ll have no clue 

they all play there best cards and so do I 

i walk out $300 richer and they still have no idea... 



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