We sat at the poker table,
single hanging light our game.
I had a corona, him a bud light,
his scythe was leaning on a wall.

I had a full house in my hand,
I watched Death toss two cards.
The chips on the table piled on,
by no means were my chips down.

His black robe hid his eyes,
I didn't think he bluffed much.
Took a swig of my beer,
and I laid my hand down.

(A's & 8's)

With a chuckle, he laid his,
beautiful row of all suicide kings.
With a frown, he fleeced me good,
took everything that I had.

He got up under that light,
grabbed his scythe with a bone hand.
Checked his watch, professed to be late,
but stopped me with a finger pointed.

"You still own me," he said,
"$20 dollars, and I will collect."
I just nodded, watched him walk,
I knew he'd get it sooner or later.

01/21/2006

Author's Note: I'm not sure what this is about, but it seemed cool...

Aces and Eights is known as "Death's Hand" in poker, the one Wild Bill had before Jack McCall shot him in the head.

Posted on 01/21/2006
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