Poker Poetry
Poems from the Mind Of An Online Poker PlayerArchive for General Poker
Back To The Drawing Board
Hadn’t played in a while,
needed some cash,
started out strong,
then lost my whole stash.
Stick to a plan,
reap the rewards,
lose site of your goals,
back to the drawing board.
Grueling
10 games a day
oh what a way
to make a living.
Fun and competitive
sometimes repetitive
Have to play tight
Consistently play right
Dream about decisions all night.
Sucking Out
Opponents suck out
I hate it real bad
sometimes I suckout
and forget that i had…
get real pissed off
when it happens to me
but i’ve done it too
proper play is the key
E-S-P-N
Watchin the Main Event
on E-S-P-N
wandering how it would feel
to be there playin
a very long tourney
that no pro can win
always a newbie
knocking out Scotty Nguyen
The final Table is crazy
Its so entertaining
the first 6 times i seen it
then it gets draining
reruns all the time
i think its a sin
reruns again and again
On E-S-P-N
I Play Poker
I play online poker
it drives me crazy
could get a real job
but i’m too lazy
guess i’ll keep grindin
takin down pots
check raise on donkeys
tight on the rocks
Rakeback Distraction
Playing FT
tryin to build rakeback
its just distracting
i’m losing my chipstack
focus on the game
play winning poker
thats my new goal
no more bein a joker
*this poem is inspired by trying to earn rakeback at Full Tilt and being distracted by it.
