pokerface pickup

Posted on April 5, 2012 by troysherdahl

drawing on this drunken faith

we start this round, my darling

wipe the smile from your pokerface

you flip the finger, snarling

drop 3 aces to say, “my house?”

you pout your smile blindly

I respond the sickly souse

then speak the parting mildly

 

you’ve got my chips

my money’s done

and this pickup game

is never fun

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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