Blackjack

by Sheep   May 21, 2008


They say rules will never matter
that this is just a game
i show myself out
i say that this is lame

I'm the one
who tried to play fair
they ruined my fun
but i didn't care

so how am i in trouble
for quiting on the double?

why do i get blamed
when you wont pose for a picture frame?

this was supposed to be fun for all
but now I'm unwanted, small.

the prize they thought
was non-existent
was the reason i
was so persistent

but they yelled and nagged
that i was wrong
when i sang
my blackjack song

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