I give up, it’s no longer worth it.
Here’s my chip, I haven’t what it takes.
Count me out, I can’t run, I’m not fit.
You go on, at least you guys aren’t fakes.
Here’s my stuff, divide it among you,
My last words, don’t you dare be a fool! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Texas Hold 'em from the Texas boy! !