The Verve
I play poker with my self-esteem,
sometimes I am holding a full house
other times I’m holding weaker cream.
Maybe I appear to have prow-ess,
it’s as simple as rolling those dice.
Blow luck softly and give ‘em a douse.
A poor hand and you will pay the price,
profits are less than what you deserve.
Learn just when to fold, play cold as ice.
I continue to bluff and keep my nerve,
landing calculated filled with verve.
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