The golden rule never gives change. And gamblers only drink champagne Losers can’t afford it Don’t play poker with medicine men Doc Holliday's a sore loser It goes with his obsession He's a dentist by learning A gambler by profession An' a renaissance assassin A Medici Faustian bargain Playing the green baize table Where ten’s the changing sign The alchemist’s calling card The card of transformation A card of changing of beds And a change of friends They could even be enemies Fortune changes for the worse An’ losing is a winning gamble When hands like feet change direction Losing yourself is the smart play Sooner’s so much better than later In time the world loves a loser But gamblers hate a debtor I.O U’s don’t spell for less than A an’ E They’re just vowels without provenance Gambling cashes in on culture Money is the 'lingua franca' Of a very deadly silent economy No really one talks about it An’ you can’t keep your eyes off it But sure as hell everyone Listens to the silence Ten’s the calling card of consequence A very suitable number In Fire Earth Air and Water They can be quite soulfully pedestrian You never know what’s in the elements A good card to keep up your sleeve But lose your shirt you lose everything An’ it goes without saying a lot Not a good card to be found naked with Be careful with a nine in any colour It’s the most deserving in the highest Nines, sleeves and gambling Are a triple tray of troubles Heads have been known to be served On a tray of trays Nines can be very Trinitarian And quite John the Baptist A good card to lose in haste But eternal if a friend, There’s none better Eights go on forever The Via Dolorosa of numbers They are a sacred journey Only the compassionately beautiful Gamble with an eight in their hands Eight is a sacred mystery In any suit it is never cut And always woven From a seamless gambled-for cloth Eight never gambles in suits Only in garments Never gamble with an eight Unless you’re gambling with redemption Hand life and soul have been Eternally lost or found on an eight Truly a gamblers card And sometimes a calling card As every gambler knows A card of consequence and karma When it calls keep your eyes on the dealer Sure as hell a deal's been done An’ all the blue eyes are on you Sevens like fives are a journey Good cards for travellers Wanderers and shape shifters Seven seas and five continents Suits those wandering souls among us Two solitary prime numbers Indivisible onto themselves They can be quite pedestrian Fives can be over confident over land But they shouldn't try to be seven Walking on water's a mistake Unless you’re an avatar Treading wine is better and safer Fives and sevens are a journey Good cards to keep in your shoes Sixes are sixes by themselves An’ they don’t go with sevens They're the card of reflection A scriptural card if ever there was one A card dressed in a triple mirror Vanity and vexation in the curves A card to turn and turn And turn your eyes again The number of this card Another Trinitarian consequence Is reflected in the mirror An image of ourselves The card has an identity problem Don’t knock it, you might need it It’s your friend in need of friend An’ with friends like that It's just as well that any three From any four sixes Is the sign of a winning hand In a loser’s smile And the best part of a full house A card of Jezebels, angels And mirrors, on reflection Don’t you just love sixes Five is five and let’s not talk about it It’s an assassin’s calling card It goes with its own territory A card that doesn’t take prisoners Fours are strangers at the door Every one with a Matthew birth mark In the image of John Like four seasons they arrive Like pilgrims then are gone To change themselves to be The same again, another season Another fall of leaving calls A card for all weathers And shelter in a storm You are kind of pleased to see it But you don’t know why Also cards of mystery and obviousness And only fools an’ fours Can tell the difference It’s the ‘maybe’ card You never really know with fours The proverbial knocking at your doors But sure as hell They’ll never ring a bell A tidy card to send to acrobats And other kinds of well-balanced people That’s what fours are for Commitments tailored to your needs And the occasional highly wired friend Don’t go out without them You never know if you might need them Threes are trinities and divinities Fathers Sons an’ Holy Ghosts And more usually the cause Of a quick divorce The world moves in threes Sattwas Rajas and Tamas The triune dance of the universe Light, Action and Inertia It even grows on trees Every one’s a traveller Some are even gypsies A good card to keep in your shoes They can be an invitation Or a visitor from a distant place They're the taxi cards of the pack Call them when you wanna go Somewhere, they'll arrive They're the calling cards of falling friends You'll never be lonely on journey Of five and sevens with a three They’re the crucifixion card Unless it suits you otherwise To be so amused Deuces are twos, the mirror card Duality’s their basic business They really are a wolf card Always travelling in packs Not sufficient to be dangerous An’ just enough to not be lonely They really appreciate your company It suits their reflective existence To travel in togetherness The faces are places searching for aces Jacks in a pack never look back If they can possibly look sideways Concealing their knavish tendencies They’re quite the well-tailored card Fine raiment maketh a fool attractive In very unfashionable circumstances Treachery an’ deceit on each turning face Sure as Clementine’s your long lost darling An Ophelia never got her hand in time A gambling Hamlet is a sight to see Jealousy rage and a ferocious anger Writ upon a countenance looking back Beyond the cardboard eyes of the beholder Dumb broads are never dumb And seldom abroad Sometimes they can be A very home loving card Two jokers live in every pack One out front the other looks back They’re the magpies in the deck Less in sorrow than in joy They cover every missing face The hooded birds deserve their place Their reputation precedes them In black and white they are the night In colours they’re magnificent sevens And they’ve really got your number In spades it suits their harlequin fashion To be a veritable grave digging charmer In jewels they ***** the precious deck Two diamonds and they’re everybody’s The vagrant royalty rules the roaming pack Their world is another creature’s finery Gamblers are such snazzy jazzy dressers If you have to lose a shirt do it in style Second hand clothes and second hand hands Aren’t so much a misfortune more an affliction Desperately seeking a lost occasion Well-heeled fools engrave it on their heart Better be dead in your gracious threads Than kicking in rags of common comfort They’re the card that always looks back The face in every hand smiling at you Looking at them with cardboard eyes Then there’s the precisely tailored box The transient funeral parlour In a good-looking box like that You can die an’ dine anywhere In reasonable style If you’re tailed a toss head first Into a losing situation Cards never call they beckon And if they speak it’s a good idea to listen.