The Grind

 A man came around and spread words from his mouth,
He said work hard, stay in school, and you will amount.
But who am I?

I play a different game
One with check raises, shuffling chips, and making my name.

Don’t sweat it that your 8-fifty is gone,
Sit back, relax, reload, and let your brain expload.
Onto the felt, where the true warriors grind.
I said sit back and relax everything will be fine.

When you snuck up with your flush and doubled up take that break.
Go outside, smoke a J, better yet sip some allaze.
Think back and reflect, your  now in the zone,
In 5 minutes you’ll be back in the action sending dudes home.

When the time is right move up stakes
2/5 is no good they taking your rake.
Move up to 5/10 and take a spin,
Splash your chips, have some fun,
Show that grin as you take down that clown.

This is not for the faint of hearted,
Sweaty Palms, racing thoughts, and the heart is pounding,
These are all parts of the game that we endure.

As you look down you have 5k.
Time to get up, leave, there will be another day,
Matter a fact tomorrow,
Same place, same game, same people, same grind,
As I take the long walk to the car I reflect on what is mine.

Remember to keep your head straight,
Get some sleep, stay fresh, and stay in shape,
Running Cards is one thing, but living the life is at stake.
Dream big, you might make the move the vegas.
Where you can prove everyone wrong,
Who works a shitty job,
And you can whisper in the ear to the man who spread words from his mouth.