Trump Up the Gambler's Wrist: a Satiric Poem
There is this legend of Olden Mississippi
in a little town with a much longer name
of a foreign gambler, strange and creepy
who tried his luck with a new card game.
In saloon, stinky from gamblers' sweating,
and gun-smoke from the last cheater's death
with eyes drilling eyes, and feet nervously fretting
in silence of everyone there holding their bad breath.
So he waited for a first opportune chance
to use that hidden trump secure up his wrist
but then he had to drop all those devious plans
after a quick learning that in poker no trumps exist.
With everyone bluffing and pretending the same
at that table of greed, and heartless deceit
and yet no place for trumps in that game
with no chance for his way to cheat.
Now forced to play the only game in town
where trump-style trickery doesn't work
he learned to bluff with a steady frown
pretending to be an invincible jerk.
Yes, the legend has it he learned the game
used that hidden trump as an extra ace
like all others bluffing with no shame
even with a style of a certain grace.
Is that hidden ace still at play
with all those professional thieves
well, I am not a part of that legend to say
but he always plays it with rolled down sleeves.