At the green supreme

Another ace hits the table
I can feel the sweat
A drop of insanity on my cheek

As I wipe it away it seems easy
The green table opens up

And with an eased mind
I look out into the silent room
As I let Mr. Ballantine clear my throat

And here I am
Alone with three aces and a queen
Looking at the stack of money rolling in

And I can smell the world in my hands
The Bentley in the driveway
And my house in Beverly hills

I could see the garden
Bigger than a small town down south
As the money from my factories

Just fall into my pockets
As every little eye in the world
Looks at me, listening to my every word

The words fall so easily from my lips
Like I've done it a million times before
A prophet couldn't see this coming

And I lay my cards face down
Smiling, as I speak my final two
Of a spectacular evening at the green supreme

I...


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Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-12-04 at 00:47

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