Royal Flush the Revealer

In a back room in downtrodden and sleazy Manila On the table cards money and a bottle of Tequila Fortune lay in the hands of Jose the crooked dealer Had piercing eyes and a nose like a broken tortilla As if he had been groomed with a potatoe peeler Always had an ace up his sleeves this amazing dealer But to even the game his foes applied silicon sealer To his coat and bankrupted the dishonest stealer He found his comeuppance and glue was the healer Gone were his days as slick professional concealer He now resides in a prison cell in a disused castilla Bread and water for him and no more grenadilla 30th December 2019