I'm a jester, a jokester
a plastic ace up my sleeve
I'll cheat you sideways, spin your head,
make you laugh till your life is mine
See these devil-snake eyes, pearly whites, rolled back pompadour hair
bling, bling rattle like a spinning wheel
You crossed your greed with my nature, now I own you
Roll your dice,
I'll make the numbers, you make the debtor's grin
The Jesture is all mine
cul de sac
1 month ago
2 comments:
too often I'm too much the jokester...a blessing and a curse
We've gotta have a euchre night. That's right, not a poker night, a EUCHRE night.
You could host it, SC, reveling in the sartorial splendour of one of the many croupier ensembles in The Square Corner costume museum.
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