If you have come to play cards,
Hold them close to your chest.
Don't even raise an eyebrow...
If you possess a winning,
Or a losing hand to suggest.
Just know that you can play,
And compete...
With whatever comes your way,
To seek to be successful at it.
Otherwise,
What would be the point...
In bluffing through the process?
To earn recognition?
Or a lifetime of feeling satisfaction.
Or...
Are you the kind who likes to sit on your behind,
Just to pretend...
You are holding onto something valuable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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