Come one! Come all!

To my house of cards!

It is I, the Ace of Spades,

the cornerpeice of this whole charade.

From me, every balance act is made,

and from me, the whole house stands.

 

Your chances are high!

Your odds, favorable!

Those lucky enough to draw a face,

the divine gift of symmetrical features,

blessed with the privilege of driving us into

the dirt.

 

The numbers pride themselves by their plenty,

They align themselves along their suit.

Each house vies for relevance

according to their relevance

Even the Three’s pride themselves on at least not being two’s.

 

Come join my parade!

Come be a part of my show!

Let us hope not, outsiders enter our sanctuary.

Let us hope no breeze enters through the window.

In fact, I hope nothing ever happens to our house of cards.

I am only but a lowly playing card myself!

How am I to defend and balance our game?

Who am I to tell the wind to blow somewhere else?

What do you expect me to do?

 

For if the wind blows, and the breeze take me away,

My whole house will topple.

Everything I’ve built come to and end, and we will all be unable to

Stop it

 

Our fate, a pile of playing cards on the floor.