Suites

His cards weren't drawn yet he reeked of falsehood eyes twitching back as he, in the hall, stood Watching the room, the players at hand watching and waiting and hatching a plan As he entered he knew that he couldn't retreat shuffling...shuffling... His cards and his feet The faces all watched as he entered the room their gazes threatening an imminent doom But the queen would never make his heart break the king's many diamonds not lure him astray He learned not to play suits but to play personalities the various suites were just technicalities With his tricks almost over, the game almost won... he was escorted out at the hands of a gun You see the royalty just won't let you play poker Not when they find it's at the hands of joker