Enticing torch
Like a swarm of flies
To your disease-ridden rank of hands
So savor your chances
Because the strong shall devour the meat's reward
Raise the fucking stakes
Ante up
For shame
Feel the hand you're dealt and
SWIPE
Vermin of mine
Avert those snake eyes
Bliss in spades
For those who jest
I become all that a diamond should be
Spewing neither truth nor lie
Flay the pair of kings
And find solace in your fabrication
Sulk in malady
To the victor
Belong the spoils
Betting on imbalance
We call upon the ravenous shuffle
I BECOME . . .