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skonen_blades) wrote2006-07-25 01:48 am
skonen_blades) wrote2006-07-25 01:48 am
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See what you think. It's pretty punny.
Underneath our face cards. Beneath the stares. With merely a glance at you, the students in the centers of my eyes are pupils eager to learn.
I have four chambers that need a chambermaid. My heart beats in thick simple sentences. I wish I had two hearts so that I could use one on a wild bet. One heart would do the standard waltz that increases tempo in time with the excitement of the day. My backup heart would let loose with the wild rythms of a drummer in a Cuban timpani death metal brass band. A Jeckyll and Hyde Octoheart with eight ventricles, clutching up from the depths of myself to grab the faded wooden girl on the prow of your pirate ship.
You’ve made me throw away the clubs because I’ll never win by force. You’ve made me throw away the spades because I’ll never be able to dig deep enough to hide. You’ve made me throw away the diamonds because really, seriously, what are diamonds? You’ve left me with the hearts. And it’s just as well because I’ve only ever owned one suit.
I’m not a gambler. I’m an odd guy who’s trying to stay even. I like a long shot as well as the next guy but I’ll usually bet on black. Let’s lie to each other about our ages and pretend we’re Americans. Let’s see who can get closest to twenty one.
Let’s play Five Card Vancouver Hold ‘em. Let’s play Canadian Roulette. I got your one-armed bandit right here and it’s paying off every time. Let’s go play the slots. If you look down at me and ask if we should quit while we’re ahead, I’ll reach back for the softness of you and think of only one reply.
Let it ride.
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Underneath our face cards. Beneath the stares. With merely a glance at you, the students in the centers of my eyes are pupils eager to learn.
I have four chambers that need a chambermaid. My heart beats in thick simple sentences. I wish I had two hearts so that I could use one on a wild bet. One heart would do the standard waltz that increases tempo in time with the excitement of the day. My backup heart would let loose with the wild rythms of a drummer in a Cuban timpani death metal brass band. A Jeckyll and Hyde Octoheart with eight ventricles, clutching up from the depths of myself to grab the faded wooden girl on the prow of your pirate ship.
You’ve made me throw away the clubs because I’ll never win by force. You’ve made me throw away the spades because I’ll never be able to dig deep enough to hide. You’ve made me throw away the diamonds because really, seriously, what are diamonds? You’ve left me with the hearts. And it’s just as well because I’ve only ever owned one suit.
I’m not a gambler. I’m an odd guy who’s trying to stay even. I like a long shot as well as the next guy but I’ll usually bet on black. Let’s lie to each other about our ages and pretend we’re Americans. Let’s see who can get closest to twenty one.
Let’s play Five Card Vancouver Hold ‘em. Let’s play Canadian Roulette. I got your one-armed bandit right here and it’s paying off every time. Let’s go play the slots. If you look down at me and ask if we should quit while we’re ahead, I’ll reach back for the softness of you and think of only one reply.
Let it ride.
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