A long, long time ago
I can remember how poker used to make me smile
And I thought if I had my chance
I could make those rigged cards dance
And maybe I'd be happy for awhile
But all the sites did make me shiver
With every bet that I'd deliver
I just came up empty
Bad news on the river
I just can't take these bad beats
There's just too many big cheats
I can't remember if I cried
When a member of my crack team died
Her spleen went bad deep down inside
The day that poker died
So bye-bye Asian Hottie Pie
I might have to give this up
Before I might cry
Them good ole admins made it hard for me to try
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day the day that I cry
Oh my, did you just fail man?
Did Jarah run off with a vaccuum salesman?
If poker tells you so
Do you believe in random cards? Do other spots play like retards?
And can you teach me to time bank reaaaaalllllllllllll slow
Okay. Enough creative juices for now. The surviving member of my dog crack team needs some junk food. The lyric reference was to the mutt I had to put to sleep years ago. The vaccuum salesman and I have become drinking buddies. The Scientologists next door have been transported to Venus for re-implantation. Hopefully not being so fucking noisy will be one of the implants.
Yeah, right. And Jarah's not the hottest woman on the planet, internet poker isn't rigged and monkeys fly out my butt.
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