I JUST DEALT WITH THE DEVIL

Dealing cards straight to the face

Always maintaining a poker face

But little did they know

All that they own will go

Poker, a devil's game

Who has only one aim

To take away everything you own

And force a little baby like moan

A devil's deal- What a stupid deal!

In the end, it only makes you squeal

A little seating on the table, a grave mistake

He'll never give, he'll simply take

But does anyone learn

We simply lose everything we earn

And then we have to start from scratch

Which seriously hurts, just like a rash

Author's Note

I don't know if the rhyme is forced or not, but if its forced, I will try and rectify it... Thank you

Reviews

[sarah]

I like it and the metaphor was good great write!

[AAHELI]

pretty simple i like it! :)

[An owl on the moon]

In your words you deal powerfully with mind and metaphor... We can be cut so deeply.. and lose so much when we try and play our hand.. Insightful and vivid!

[Priyanka Natesh]

Well, you sound really angry here. The rhyming doesn't seem forced except for the "force a little baby like moan" part. Powerful poem Dushyant, and I can feel the desperation. I wonder what made you pour out your feelings. Great work. Thank you :)