Poker
By Alfie Shoyger
Sat, 09 Feb 2019
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I could have helped you spin your straw,
like Rumpelstiltskin, into gold.
I could have set your poet’s mind
on fire, on greatnesses untold.
You could have, like Rapunzel, let
your hair down as, my heart all throbbing,
I coaxed from you far sweeter than
your soulless odes to casual nobbing.
It seems though, you prefer the bed-hop
and the straight flush and full house.
What makes you think that gambling’s red-hot?
Shove your poker up your arse.
From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disoccidented-Alfie-Shoyger/dp/1999922859
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I like this
I like this. Very direct "shove your poker up your arse". Can you make up a chess one Alfie?
Tom Brown
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