It's your call.
I'll raise you five chips, you smile.
More for me, I chime.
The flop, turn, and river cards come
And I flaunt a winning hand.
The cards slide back in the deck as if
Nothing ever happened
And I shuffle, deal,
Burn and turn.
Your bet.
All in.
Call.
You were bluffing and I was bluffing
So in the end it's all about luck.
I bet a shirt and you, your pants
And we both hope to lose.
Only a pair of tens,
Guess I lost.
Off goes
Clothes.
Queen, King, the entire royal court gasp
At the two of us playing poker tonight.
I'm the dealer, you're the player,
But we're only as lucky as
The cards in our hand.
It seems that luck
Has run out
for the two
of us.
Quite regrettably we seem to have both bet
Our undergarments and now we're
Naked and vulnerable and
Sitting in a dark room,
Thinking this game
Has just begun.
Chips spill.
Cards fall.
Us, too.
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