Spit on a thieves
feet to show
them how you care
little for the fare.
Play cards, deal,
teach a boy
a lesson.
You do not
know he is a thief.
A thief is he
who shares his spares
and cares.
His winning hand
disgusted. Tight.
Clothe yourself
and he, for he
can take all
straight from
your hand.
Stay up straight
feel the liquor burn.
Do not have haste,
thriving little teeth.
One, two, three,
no four, keep up he
says you'll never
learn if you don't take your turn.
The smile seems wry
and taught, limpness
eyes drag you down.
Hoist your chin, lest
Lest you see,
you shall and now you
have missed it, pay up
the trickster has won.
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