Here’s a poem about a poker game and a conceited player.

A poem about careers and such.

Just one of those crazy little stories.

Five of a kind always beats four aces.

Listen to my story.

A small poem about falling in love.

Poetry.

Truth.

God, sex and poker chips
pickles with greasy salami
nothing in common
traitors seldom executed
idiots run amok.

A poem about the awkwardness in society and the multiple dimensions of a person and his relationship with other people.