This fucking game

I just don’t want to play,

Sometimes

So here is my hand

Blanks and jokers and an abundance of

Can’t be bothered

I used up all my best anger

On imaginary kings and countering

Small hands and suspected foul plays

Let’s not forget the hearts

Two aces, at least

Diamonds on the inside

Stop pretending to be a lone shark

My partners know my countenances

If nothing else,

I’ll donate a black queen as voodoo collateral

And dance,

Watching them all from the wings.