Hold'em

Late night, Party Poker
I can't fuckin sleep
I'm nodding at the keyboard
but old Arthur's cutting deep

Light another faggot
wait for those pills to melt
pocket kings won't help you
when there's aces on the felt

At last the ache fades away
cash out and hit the sack
and although so exhausted
I'm dreaming in my rack

There's a queen on felted green
tableau of my lousy luck
she's flanked by jacks, those knaves
and I'm just holding ducks

Then all becomes so surrealistic
there I lay with my friend Jack
and between on sheets of green
Cindy's moaning on her back

Jack's mouth on mouth
and hand filled with teat
I'm busy on my side
my fingers pump her nether holes
thumb jiggling on her meat

Cindy's clawing at my shoulder
scar's still there to this day
place spare hand upon her teat
lower head, tongue laps away
where legs and body meet

Just before I climb aboard
to relive my memories play
from erotic dreams I'm chucked
eyes open to another day
and I'm still holding ducks