Crazy Eights

4/14/11

Please allow me to introduce myself,

I've got 52 parts, a deck of cards

filled to the brim with wit and charm.

Shuffle me up and let the games begin.

I'm a pro at playing, what ones do you know?

Gin Rummy (heavy handed with the rum)

or maybe Crazy Eights's?

Go fish (the hook brings you back),

Old Maid, Blackjack, or even Bridge (if you're in the mood for oldies).

Ahhh, you like Texas Hold 'em!

Put on your poker face

and reach for the sky,

ante up the bid and wait

with baited breath

while I flip the turn, the river-

I can make your palms sweat.

spirit soar, then break.

But the clubs are laying out all wrong,

diamonds hiding in the ruff,

spade and heart start looking the same....

and no, I don't feel much like poker today.

But bluffing sounds right...

How bout my other speciality,

one with wands and smog?

My mind reading can dazzle,

distract you with sparkles, then rabbits pulled from hats.

I'll guess what part of me you've got on your mind.

Magic tricks are a crowd favorite and you're a perfect pawn.

Please, more applause,

while I pull this card from my sleeve so fast you won't notice.

Thought it was meant to be, hocus pocus,

you fall on your knees awestruck at what's fated,

the future in your eyes, lies that I scripted out.

Sounds more like what we are looking for.

So come, lets start.

Open up my deck.

Pick a card, any card.

Let my magic trick begin,

let the dream descend.

Now close your eyes,

and concentrate.