Ideas folding
In the way
That cards do
Held at our highest esteems
In the open ends of our majestic minds,
How wonderful the King see's his hand
Dealt to rule a house of Ace's
A heart, a spade, a clover, a diamond
Giving these symbols to his wife
As measures of material love,
The Queen,
For whom may house
Their four of a kind
Delights in a humorous Jack
Who paints his face,
Transvesting his life
Thus he proclaims
"Madness engulfs a number of people below you"
The sorrows of death
Where victories are counted in runs,
In hopes to reach a deal unfolding
In the depth of a twisted game.
~ B
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