A Crooked Flush Beats Three Full Houses

by RainbowSlider   Nov 4, 2013


You are not playing with a full deck.
Your logic if you have any is a wreck.
Girl, what are you trying to prove?
What makes you stay on the move?

Can't you just play the cards dealt?
The rules if there are any just melt.
Blending into some strange recipe.
That confuses not only you but me.

What is it that you are really after?
Have you gave up on the laughter?
I thought I was this strange yo-yo.
Yet, you say you want your Bo-Bo.

Baby, I know you willing to give.
And have done my best to forgive.
Not saying you are always wrong.
But, Baby, its the same old song.

How much are you willing to lose?
Think you can just pick and choose?
You got this great poker face, dear.
And it is like nothing you do fear.

You are always welcome home.
ET get minutes on your phone.
The stalker is getting closer.
And I see that he isn't a poser.

Stakes are real and game set.
So what do you want to bet?
Three houses divided ante up.
So many pawns take a sup.

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