We gathered our change on the table
Laid out some cards and swayed a little
While I smoked that grape e-cigarette piece of
Shit I bought at the gas station earlier because if
There’s any weakness my lungs have it’s
And my change was stacked and then it was gone
And it came back around again as the laughs were passed
Big blind’s bet got
And we cooed and cawed as we raked in the money
And now I have cash to drop on the starbucks it will
Take to get me to work on time tomorrow.
So call out to morning and tell her I’m
On my way.
Slapping around that dry-eyed
Aching boned bullshit.
A yawn’s enough oxygen for where
And that’s all it takes to be