Pick a card, any card;
let’s see if fortune is on your side tonight.
The first hand is dealt,
the red king upon his throne of paper.
Lay down your savings,
the black queen hands out dead flowers.
Another round is set up,
your new friend jack is eager to play again.
An unreadable face,
so many hearts just waiting to be broken.
The truth or a bluff,
the clubs aren’t really that fussed.
Dancing with lady luck,
diamonds shimmer in pools of crimson.
Empires of paper and ink,
a growing hunger for the ace of spades.
A sleight of hand,
a prison of endless numbers and shapes.
Your luck runs out,
the joker slaps you on the back and laughs.