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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