bruised from the punches
of my self-inflicted damage
convinced it’s my duty
to play my cards right
yet always coming out slight
as i lack to see the beauty
in anything i do
afraid of being average
another hand
another round
pass me that beverage
one more play
one more try
despising the dealer
knowing there is no life in leisure
feel like the joker
in this game we call life
still no one taught me how to play poker.