For Love Or the Game

She holds an Ace, King suited.
I hold a seven, deuce.
Burns, flops and turns have past.
There is no way she will ever loose.

I should fold the cards,
Accept what I still get.
But if I don't go all in,
I'll loose my self respect.

Can't keep on bluffing.
I cannot sell my hand.
I'm down to the felt.
Why should I give a damn?

A friendship at stake.
I have no choice. Her life is in the pot.
My chips are "All in!"
She already has my heart.

If it's love of the game,
Then I must be the Joker.
How can I stay a friend?
When all I want is to poker.

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