Poker Face

woke up this morning and this came out. I don't know why but if you want to adapt upon it...be my guest :)

I am the jack

Right hand black

Losing the fight for inspiration

 

You are the kind

Beautifully blind

Searching without contemplation

 

We are the seed

Solemn, decreed

To be what it is in the pack

 

Ours is the heart

Bled from the start

How much is in your stack?

 

Clubbed together

Paired forever?

It’s all Kings and Queens to me!

The End

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