Black Jack

"The dealer cheated!" You cry to deaf ears Or at least, ears that need some aid "The game makers should've by now retreated, You will keep in mind my tears When you pay for what I paid." Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like a fool And you'll simply stand there as if you are their mule When you display bare minimum poise Do not expect the public to kneel, preen, they'll reciprocate To them you will only be nuisance, noise And yes, it will be easy to self-deprecate. So don't expect to walk into the casino to gamble Without checking for a place to run If you're narcissistic, consider this an eerie preamble You won't get to act high and haughty and shout 'Twenty one!'