The Gamble

*Time to hand the deck back Before Alice in Wonderland Becomes Malice in Blunderland The looking glass cracks And there's no passage back.* Sat at Life's table Night after Night goes aRound And you're Unable to leave. Coulda drawn the Ace But got sidetracked by the Joker With your Inability to pass up possibility And it Leaves you looking in the mirror At this fool that you see The fool that you are As you fall so easily For this game Who's only aim Is to breed losers to please Those who have already won With ease Been Established for centuries And now you're indebted to this Society. It Leaves you Staring At the innocent face You strive to disgrace Even though it hurts you And The sincerity aids in your Despair at he That puts Gold before Good Though it makes sense Alphabetically He who wages happiness On the back of money Will eventually sight Looking glass Or not That the price is not right.

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