Poker Face

POKER FACE

It is a game of perceptions

First, they go after your mind

They collect and calculate

To sever all your ties

Kings of the underground

Impressed with their own logic

Sitting silent by a gate

Noble and profound

They guard this commodity

But it’s a little too late

Strangers down the street

Plan a feast

And your heart is on the menu

Even in their defeat

They won’t look at their feet

Not much will mend a foolish attitude

You see we’ve got too much in the stack

They want those bills as karmic payback

You are an enemy theorized

And your blood looks like riches realized

Watch for recoil

These antique weapons tend to kick

Lunatics in tinfoil

Ask which one of us is really sick

I'd prefer to say neither

But I remain understandably optimistic