With face painted on to disguise the outside and
With wall fabricated taller than before on the inside
My game of choice provides me with the implements to feel
The hard stares of my competitors
The solemn demeanor of those
Who desire to win
Who desire to collect my chips and walk away
Yet the excitement of arrival and anticipation wanes rapidly
Because though i yearn to participate in this fools recreation
And even propel myself back into its alluring grasp
I know prior to picking up my cards that before
All is said
All is done
All is lost
All is won
All the chips are stacked in someone else's favor
All the crowd has diverted its stare to another player
Everything that drew me as that of a mosquito to sanguine pleasure
That the stakes of my losing
Of my hurting
Of my receiving not what I desired
Were higher than the buy in