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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Author:
lemons poetry (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s about anxiety
- Category: Friendship
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