you're trying way too hard
smooth shuffles and trick cards
and going for broke
I hold for a quick light
and you fold when the bet's right
waging cigarette smoke
you winked as the flame caught
still pushing the long shot
pulling breaths just to choke
but I know when a tooth's pulled
you'd rather bite for the fool's gold
than go all in for broke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent - this really had a good beat - something to be spoken out loud.