if Death Lost An Ace of Spades

inmaginary

It takes one to know one,
but I took ten, so I keep an eye out,
every now and then.

You chose to climb up stairwells,
and clumsy career ladders.
I used the elevator instead,
because it wasn’t out of order.
Why play by the rules if one can
simply learn to work with them?

You say I’m a cheat. I smile,
and keep tongue in cheek:
if death lost a card with
shiny, whittled aces of spades,
how long would you take
to find the sickle, and your
pretty, little poker face?

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