she showers me from above with falling Spades,
having then gift-wrapped the stems with little Hearts,
a great public service delivered in shades
of now Red and Black poison injected darts.
she’s masked as a Queen Holding multiple Aces,
Bluffing her bosses under multiple Faces.
Diamonds of wisdom she pretends to display,
when Diamonds to Cut is the truth of her Play.
but if all she believes is no feign then no Gain,
my question is this… at what Cost and whose pain?
Club members pleased as she slanders, applaud -
the Clubbing of a young man's Heart, oh God - -
please guide my Hand to Action flight, not fight,
not Gambling my virtue, out of spite,
against a sinister soul's wretched plight.
help me not Poke her with your Spades of great light,
Win or Lose...Flip my dream Turned nightmare tonight.
I’m now struggling with this motion to let live or expire
as a resolution that is urgent and morbidly dire-
it was just on the floor, now on the pan, and soon to The Friar,
as His second is needed, to go All-in this, trial by fire.
Father, let it be in my Cards, to do what is just...
and help me to cremate, this invoice, for poison lust.
Lord, make me not Risk laying to waste,
this old bully from a schoolyard fight,
give me purpose and heavenly might,
for a cause you deem worthy and chaste.
consider the nights I’ve spent digging her ditch,
please honor the time that I've lost to this witch,
whose rage’s Raised from an emotional glitch,
of jealousy Folded in a Single stitch.
I’m hereby Knocking to Check on slaying this snitch,
calling Azrael to Push the dumbwaiter switch.
though a 50/50 Chance is Blindly Set by your Crown,
I pray that today, both of the Arrows, for her, Show Down!
nay, help make me the hero and this order delay…
just protect me from evil as I kneel and I pray:
“our horsemen, who art in Heaven, now summoned and nigh--
and now Four Suited stallions, Flush with Black Hearts
neigh loudly but voiceless, in front of their Carts.
Marking her Players who all vote as One,
to majority Counts of 4 to 1.
alas I’m human at the end of day
so I ask you, Yahweh, to end this decay.
I wish not to Cash-out on her Last sigh,
no reins or noose, to soon knot-up and Tie.
I’ve good left in me and I wish to try
asking your horsemen for a pass to Buy - -
from this old passerby.
I'll pay her Ante across the River Styx,
Chips sprung from her eye sockets with reaper sticks
and then stuffed in her Pockets with fire picks.
trotting the Odds at all Even they cry:
‘All Bets are Final to live or let die’!
Swords at the ready and ready to fly,
riders are Shuffling to Deal upon High,
sickles now Flopping like hail from the sky,
Turning her tombstone with acid & lye,
the River’s mouth’s Showing halva and rye –
good night fine horsemen, hello and goodbye.
just pardon one Last thing,
as a postscript, my King…
come Hell or High purpose in this fog of clear sight,
I present to your horsemen, this kicker tonight - -
pass her by /
pass her, bye.
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