This Analogy Is A Gamble Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

There are so many days
That make me feel
Like I should be handing
In all my cards
And folding to the dealer
Life is the worst dealer
And I find that no matter
How much you tip
You still get bad hands
If I really took the time
To recollect what has happened to me
I guess you could say that
My hands have mostly been
On the horrible side
I wish I could just forget
A few of the hands
But with the statistics
And logistics fresh on my mind
It is kind of hard