pokerface pickup

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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