My eyes narrow, I eye a pharoh, a queen at his side
I try not to stare though or they'll know the secrets I hide
What do I care for, as fare go I got much on the line
Im prepared so to begin my concerto I throw in the blind
Two call, one fold, im getting blue balls with lady luck though
The flop show not one more face card, yet an ace glowed
I feel a sense of nervousness and hate for the turn that bore a 8
Sure I made a few mistakes but the river replaced my faith
King, another, plus the one up my sleeve makes three
Plus the two 4s on the board a house of fools will keep me free
I push heavy to get rid of the excess and see who wants to leave
Which was everybody but one, that fucking bastard steve
He.... didnt per se have a tell, glasses at an indoor game
But his background was best known mostly for wreckless war games
I had to play this carefully as he raised me, the odds are in my favor
So going all in we both set out cards down that we cradled
5 kings appear, and with a deck of 52 one of us is cheating
This looked bad, his buddies seemed to be eerily cheessing
John stood up first, mark broke a half full bottle of sailors
Steve had started to stand up right before I flipped over the table
Cards and chips scattered all over these older men, it was pure pandemonium
I fell slowly shooting down his cronies as I slid over the linoleum
This is a profession, a gambler who always wins with a little fix
With that comes some hazards, but after then you grab the cash and split
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