He's a player with a poker face
To whom time went in slow pace
Nothing gives him a push
Not even a hand of flush
Mute, all hush-hush,
whether in heaven or hell below.
Dead-bored, feels no rush,
no matter high stakes or low.
Damned, has no choice
as to mourn or rejoice.
Gambler enter paradise,
beforehand blow your dice.
Let go, ditch the flow,
choke down Vodka in Moscow.
A drunkard can still play lotto,
have a go at Russian roulette also.
©juckoon
J