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Hapworth. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The house is full of Kings and Queens.
For each other thrive on whats unseen.
While each of them believe their aces.
It boils down to stories on their faces.
Playing each hand as though its won,
before the round starts and the flop is done.
Can't you feel the twitch we see.
Tells us all that we should flee.
Your subtle gasp while placing chips so rough.
It is a sign of another weak bluff.
Those who stay await the turn
to look for the card to make others spurn.
The deck has fewer of what you need.
At this point the smart will concede.
Those who remain understand the odds.
The river may cause a curse of their god.
The hand is over now all is seen.
Did they read right the tells that were noticed by the keen.
Their house is full of Kings and Queens.
Only to lose to all the Aces, how mean!
DAMN YOU RIVER RAT!!!