The Dealer of the Cards
One by one my cards are pulled and given to me
Often faced down so that I can not see.
These cards were my life,
So I did not hesitate to pick up them up
Anxious to see, I think
Will I have any luck!
As I flipped the cards over, my heart began to sink
Is this the hand that was being dealt to me?
I yelled! who is the dealer that gives me these cards
I want to speak your manager
Who the hell is in charge?
How dare you give me cards of despair and pain
Depression
Broke
With nothing to gain
This is MY LIFE
You are dealing
Not some poker game
Excuse me sir!
I refuse to take this hand
Oh no! You need to deal these cards again
This time mix’em up
And Have the other girl
Cut the fucking deck
And give me a better hand
That I can DEAL with
I’m not asking to be filthy rich
But at least give me something
So I can pay rent…
Don’t want cards
Where
I have to live from
Check to check
Then I Gotta Rob Billy
To pay Paul back
Is it just me at this table!
With these God awful cards?
Hey you over there
Let me see yours
You dont have broken hearts and bills you can't pay
So stressed out you stay up late
No, your cards show
True, unconditional love,
Popping bottles
With ya hair all done
Credit card with no limits,
And you always fitted
Fed with a silver spoon
Never tasted plastic
Gucci
Prada
With the wallet to match it
Yellow cannery teeth
That cost more than my car.
Shoes that fill the closet
You got hats galore.
NEVER have to work
What a good card that is
But the card I have,
I am slaving
To raise and take care of my kids
Momma and Daddy's hand wasn't so great either
So am I dealing with the same dealer?
You tell me...
Do you think it is fair
That I gotta play
The hand I was delt?
by: Markita Pallett
