A poem I wrote.

They don’t even realize I’ve got them lined up and down the block, arranged by suit and color

I’m such an evil beasty, I am

No blame on me, I’m just a sexy scene beast

Doing what I do best, not even realizing what I’m doing

Until it be done, and cards laid out

Across the table, I’ve got the best

I have personal control of the game, playing it like no other

Royal flush , full house?

Got it, and got that under my deck

Call me immoral, It’s my nature

Lucky indeed are you who holds my attention, but can it be held for long?

Depends on the nature of the attention, and the intelligence contained

Give me a challenge, and fight with a nightmare for control

My flame grows dim without mental stimulation, I crave it like water

Come at me, all of you wishers out there

Show me the fire, the challenge I crave

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