The Dealer of the Cards

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