Seven Two Off... Again

By G 'The Coroner'

I sit and wait,
Wait with expectation,
No, not expectation - blind hope.
I listen to the swish of the cards,
as they glide across the table,
and try to imagine The Bullets.

I lift the two cards in front of me,
feeling the weight of hope.
Argh - fold!
Seven two off again,
I begin to see the love of the game.

I imagine that some people,
Whilst not as subtle maybe,
Feel the same.

No game evokes the passion,
The adrenaline,
The twists and turns,
that the world of poker has on offer.

The chance for the average Joe,
Hopeless in every aspect,
To floor the seasoned pro.
I say, Name me any other professional sport like it.

The next hand comes round,
I lift my cards slowly....
ALL IN, I cry.

My palms clam up,
My heart beats faster,
I look each opponent in the eye.
Fold.
Fold.
Fold.....

CALL.

Fear inside me,
It wells up as a player calls my all in.
No repect here.
I hear the fat lady warming up.

He flips his cards - KINGS!
I flip my cards - Seven Two Off ......again!

Right - now, where's that fucking WOO??!!!!!!!!