People have so many selves
they shuffle them round like cards in a deck.
She’ll say ‘pick a card, any card’
and you’ll take a chance, make a bet,
try to get her Queen of Hearts.
But its hidden too well,
you end up with the joker instead,
and by then its too late.
The black souled jack waits grinning.
He’s already dug your grave with his spade.
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