Poker Poetry
Poems from the Mind Of An Online Poker PlayerArchive for No-Limit
Those Pocket Kings
Those Pocket Kings
they complicate things
very strong hand
can’t take the swings
heads up against aces
not much of a chance
but against an ace rag
I break out in dance.
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
Big Blind Special
Havin a hell of a time
now i’m in the blind
still cant get cards
though i’m playin with some tards
no one makes a raise
i guess this hand plays
trap to the river
always makes me shiver
all in against his aces
dumb look on all there faces.
Ode To Bad Beats
Sittin mid position
Whats his imposition?
callin my raise
with a hand no one plays
got lucky on the turn
another card to burn
sucked out on the river
there goes my liver
* This Poem was inspired by a bad beat in the Sunday Million at Pokerstars
Freeroll blues
Playin On Stars
can’t build my bankroll
gettin worn out
from all of these freerolls
enter for free
against 2000 homies
they all play like donks
what a bunch of jabronies.
Waiting On Supper
waiting on supper
nothing to do
Think I’ll sit in
on a cash game or two
watchin these guys
throw high stakes around
enough money in the blinds
for 5 nights on the town
