[NYCSPITZ]

Colored chips slide over the oval surface; these faces are tense
Corey's cylindrical metropolis dwindles to nothing - the stakes are immense
Mafia Moe and Math Lou round out this trio of poker fiends
The latter two bourboned and coked up, never dealing with sober means
smiling sadly at his King pair, Moe smiles and makes the decision to die
hoping that Corey can win...only the winner leaves, rich and alive.
The huge undertaker grabs his shotty, walks over to Moe and blasts him
Corey steels his eyes. He won't entertain seven dead jokers' distraction
A gorgeous blonde throws Corey an ace pair. His breath stops, he's scared...
facing the number master in Lou - thick glasses, deranged mops of hair
Deuce-deuce typically wins, even with awkward ass flops prepared
an imperceptible grin lines Lou's eye. And Corey's chilled, shocked and scared
He sees the look in his opponent's eyes, and soothes his fanatical breathing
Lou's a psychopath in addition to being a mathematical demon
Math Lou calculates his 92 percent victory, with his advantage he calls quick -
but Corey senses his wife and son on his side...and says it poker faced: "I'm all in"



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