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Gods of Poker
Gods of Poker
The poker room smells like tacky carpet, half-empty coffee cups, and Social Security checks
Still, I take my seat at the altar
I have toiled to be here, rolling my rock up a mountain of theory - equity, implied odds, volatility I record my results like a stock market chart
But the gods mock my spreadsheets my math my strategies
For the last ten years I struggled, patient, persevering, like Odysseus This game is a siren call But I, not blessed with loyal crew to bind me, am smashed on savage rocks alone
My headphones play "The Turn of a Friendly Card" and I am desperate for one, and long overdue But the hammer blows keep coming - the cruelest rivers, the merciless bad beats
So much brutality for a bloodless sport
Across the felt from me sit pathetic idiots and yet for all their bumbling incompetence the gods of poker grant their prayers to spite me
for my sin of lust for mastery
Gods of Poker
The poker room has an odor like cheap carpet, half-full coffee cups, and government checks
Still, I sit down at this sacred place
I have worked hard to be here, pushing my burden up a mountain of ideas - value, chances, unpredictability I keep track of my results like a financial graph
But the gods laugh at my calculations my numbers my plans
For the last decade I have fought, calm and determined, like Odysseus This game calls to me like a siren But I, not having loyal friends to help me, am wrecked on harsh rocks alone
My headphones play "The Turn of a Friendly Card" and I really need one, and I should have had one long ago But the hard hits keep coming - the worst situations, the unfair losses
So much cruelty for a game without blood
Across the table from me sit foolish people and yet despite their clumsy mistakes the poker gods answer their wishes to hurt me
for my desire to be the best