When I sit down in front of the mirror, deal a hand, (once for me, once for me) I find my opponent’s face to be unreadable. And I win, (I do every time we play) And I throw my cards down in front of me taking back the chips I’d raised. Again, I face the loser surprised by the bitterness on their face (though I really should expect it by now) And this time I wonder: is it worth winning if you always lose?
in the back sat a guy with long hair, and if you look at him he'd glare. but if you sit down, and upend his frown, you'll find he's not much of a scare.
Faster, faster, everyone’s already done. Quicker, quicker, seems you’re the only one. Think, think, I don’t know what that makes. Write, write, This was a huge mistake.
Children are carefully put-together structures built of popsicle sticks taken from the mouths of people they admire and one single broken word can send it all crashing down