Stacked Deck
Declared debris? ... O' woe is me!
I am a just a chubby club of three..
Beyond the two, ... before the four
Not the card I hoped to be
If I could choose, I'd be much more!
I’d wear a crown, and be the king
But, what the heck….the deck is stacked!
A crying shame…to have a name
that holds no pride, and sad effect
is that I hold no claim to fame!
Even twos get twice the fame!
Just plain ole’ me..
Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten,
I’m hardly worth a chip to bet
Just a three of clubs…and chubby too
A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! …
A plain old three of clubs I am
And I get snubbed, at poker games
No one really cares for me
They toss me in among the crowd
Of royalty and joker smiles
Ace defends his rightful place
Dueces often party wild!
I shuffle in, in lower case
Get pushed around the dealer’s place
Those sevens poke their hearts and spades
Into my face! It's a disgrace!
A racist bunch! … Why must it be?
The diamonds sparkle in the light
Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me
The hearts, in fact, get all the love
Old Jack, the leader of the pack
hangs out with only rowdy spades
The odds are stacked against my name
Even when I’m old and gray
I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed,
And while they play their poker game
Some day they’ll use me as a peg
Folded over several ways
To fix that wobbly table leg!
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Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
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