The Card Player

What hand were you dealt - to make your heart melt,
so after looking at the cards, I didn't know how I felt;
brother taught me, make a trick, don't play with your dick,
when you look back, so bloody lucky, you had your pick.

I trolled thro' the Blackwood convention, not to mention
one club and joining the Masons was not my intention;
they made me show my personal details, get out of jails
and all the crap that this suited and booted life entails.

The bid was for one Trump, when an asshole bumps,
it would have been considerably better with no Trumps;
no aces or jokers or midnight pokers, just a good suit,
without fake hair, pouting lips and a woman to boot.

There was only one winner if you'd known where to start,
it was just a case of knowing if anyone had a decent heart.