Pardon My Poor Discription Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Tonight I would like to describe something so great and not so hypothetical.
But that is impossible.
It is like describing myself, with scraggly knotted hair, with the baldness slowly creeping up past my face. To the mustache that so unevenly hangs, when is the last time I trimmed that damn thing. To the burly beard that trys to overgrow everything else from the big ears on down.
See what fun, with a smirk you would never even notice even if you were looking directly at me.
Because behind my eyes my emotion never really shows.
No tell, play me in poker just once.
A true poker face.
Winner takes all