The red face cards lay on the deck
While the black went to some discotheque
Conversation began
In devising a plan
In expanding their meager paycheck

The twos in the cribbage were sleeping
And the fives badly euchred were weeping
The rummy nines drank
And the skunked sevens stank
As the treys shunned the crowd they were keeping

The heart found his ace in the hole
When the diamond he paid took control
So he played out the rub
With the same dirty club
From his ante in Queens at parole

The sedate eight of hearts sat there passing
Causing fours to fall stoned at the gassing
The prim eight of spades
Frowning, lowered her shades
As her chips lay before her amassing

The six of clubs, notably stacked
Mirrored her sisters, in fact
They were fun little tricks
Never known as toothpicks
Some called them strong suits well packed

When the red hierarchy came in
They were redder than they’d ever been
The dancers were tired
The deal had expired
Lesson learned, some you lose, some you win
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