DECK OF CARDS
Make my hands sweat, sweetheart; lording
over me. Bring the foursquare justice back -
if I lose this, hang me from a tree. This paper
kingdom, these coated cards, bring me nothing
but a blasted misery : technicolor cowards and
network cameramen. The whole town is closing
down but relics like me stay behind, with no
place else to go, and no place left to be.
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