An ace, a deuce, a trey, a wheel,
Each one a cog, each turn I feel.
They’re safe with me, they won’t appear
Upon the board for others near.
So let them pray and chase the sky,
I’ve kept their dreams from floating by.
The cards they need stay out of play
They’re in my hand, they’ll never stay.
Attempted winning poker game
Results instead engendered shame
Thus, lacking clear relief from same,
I choose the unseen odds to blame!
A pattern now comes into view
No matter if one pair or two
Rivers will do what rivers do:
Make somebody’s day (not you)
frequency, schmequency
the odds are all bull
I have two pair
but his house is full
I play with balance
he plays like a pig
another pot lost
the game must be rigged