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RIVIS WRITES Apr 2016
I had
a knife to my neck for breakfast
a punch with a crunch for lunch
but I ate ***** looks for dinner
thats how I knew
I was the winner
and when I went up for dessert
never once did they see me hurt
thats how they knew I was a bruiser
and they were backing a loser
BrittneyForever Mar 2016
Darling, you are still missing that One Small Thing.
An Ace.
How do you get it?
Maybe a trick up your sleeve?
Or maybe some “good luck” for the guarantee?
It's my turn. I pull my card, It's just what I need!
You've got it, girl,
hold that face they can't read!
You show em your cards.
Man, you just lost.
Oh, crap, what a cost.
They had a better hand.
The best in the land.
This is the part they presume they've won.
You know this can't be fun.
Now some may have a better hand than you,
so what do you do?
Sit back and think.
Here I have a clue.
It's most intriguing. Who knew?
Maybe YOU won.
You're the one who got lucky,
lucky to learn.
You paid close attention
now it's your turn to burn.
So that One Small Thing you were missing,
was indeed a lesson to learn.
You’ve grown wiser now,
You deeply say "thank you,"
that was passed over due.
So on to the next game.
"Monsieur, how do you do?".
People never realize,
Or recognize,
The touch of a broken soul.

The despondence,
Fear and need,
Skilfully masked beneath.

Pain never shows,
On their poker faces.
How battered they still fight,
Still live.
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
The little Prince of Persia
Who's purpose is to depurse ya,
Dispersing suits, clock off time city worker,
Mark your card, inertia.
He's no mathematician or  magician
But give him a dynamoment to take you to the cleaners,
cause this one's mean a!
Hellbent on humiliation he'll reverend run you to the station.
He's counting cards, counting on ya till your seeing stars, K.O, ringside seat whilst you get parred, po, poker face he'll drive you gaga!
So Loay and behold he might not be honourable, but he's willing and able to bring the last supper to this table.
He's not called Jack but he's a joker, in guise he tries to choke ya, draw the ace but it won't help ya,
cause you're a disgraced King
and you've just been usurped sir,
by that little Prince of Persia.
I've met some characters this year and this is in homage to one of those. Loay the little Iranian hustler who couldn't be without a deck of cards in his hand despite being under constant threat of expulsion for gambling in college. But like every true poker player he took that risk, alas his luck did run out. After failing his exams and his semi devout Dad finding out about said gambling he got sent back to the "homeland" and nobody's seen him all summer or since. Either way, this kid had a gift and despite that economics qualification not going to plan I'm sure that we'll all be seeing him in a world poker tournament or heading some pyramid scheme in the near future. :) I'm sure he'll do well...well he better! cause the little ****  still owes me 3 quid!

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