the royal flush

the ten commandments of exodus, paths;

not meant; ludvig’s sonatas of the violins;

the power of your hands, limbs; the base;

cyclic, our limitation, lowest of the hands.

jack of all trades, heroism thy name thee;

pyramid square, the two bars, a fall sour;

a goddamn good world ,not in a melee;

but for Murphy and the eleventh hour.

the queen of the moon, not yet explained;

the annual count, and search for the signs;

sworn to the king, yet so close to the jack;

center of the elite, yet what lines to cross!

talent, thy name is the king, all yield to you;

two sides, a number! oops! they didn’t see;

ruler of the pack, size of life, natural vanity;

herald of the times, who is to beat thee?

the improbable, upset and the charisma;

the twist, stalwart and the unanswerable;

the crown of low to high, vane to humble;

genesis to end, cycle and circle of the ace.

when all good aligns, in the same hands;

grandeur, the power corrupts the hands;

yet say the other club, diamond, spade;

even with a royal flush, follow the heart!