Pokerface Poem by Masha Danevasha
Pokerface
Whos' pride gets hurt
Whos' ego gets burnt
Who's the first to call
the first to crawl
Who'll let out a groan
As their hand grabs the phone
While the mind screams 'THINK!
You don't want to blink
You've been counting cards
And you hoard a few hearts
You may ruin your score
If you hasten the draw
So you stiffen your stand
Pray you hold better hand
Yet the doubt sets in
You don't care if you win
Throw it all, make the call
Pride be damned if you fall
But player's folded and gone
Left the chips and moved on
Wow.....are we truly talking poker....this feeling could cover a vast aray of senario. very well written.......................................
Masha, this is fantastic! I know this feeling all too well.... you don't wanna make the call but you just can't help yourself! ! F*ck the hand.... who cares! ! make that call lady! ! HG: -) xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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No bluffing, Masha... if you play Poker half as good as you write poetry, I'd be folding for sure. Good write! Brian