Deal the cards and stack ’em all low
Pretty little red cards in a row
Deal the cards and stack them high
Sulky little black cards don’t even try
And in the end what’s heaven sent
Greasy shuffled deck worn and bent
Deal ‘em out, deal ‘em round, make them pay
Spread ‘em out, spread ‘em down, the game to play
Pretty little prisoners in their cells
Spread as the fodder in some gods’ hells
Lock ‘em up, keep ‘em up, in a cage
Watch ‘em night, guard ‘em day, in a rage
Wonder why they never change, locked away
Give ‘em sins to talk about when they pray
Knock ‘em round about the head, make them into tools
Guessing this and guessing that, never know the rules
Strip ‘em of their flesh, gut ‘em of their souls
Keep ‘em in the holding cells to learn their roles
Empty out their lonely heads of all they’ve known
Solitaire’s just a game that’s played all alone


About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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