Gambler

The chips stack up on the table

Watch them, watch you watching me.

Your poker face is impeccable.

But the better it gets, the more I lose,

because I keep laying cards on the table

and when I’m sure I’ve got a straight flush

your face is anything but,

and I’m out my last bet to your hand.

My pile’s low now and

you’ve exhausted me completely.

So before I go all in,

why don’t you hold on to your apathy?

And I’ll pick up my pride.

We’ll go our separate ways,

I fold.