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the card falls down on the table as they all stare,
in their minds accusing of cheating with the eyes glare,
he reaches for his money scooping it all up,
as the last of the beer is drunk from a cup,
judgement is off as they stand from their seat,
none say anything to accuse him to cheat,
all walk out to their shiny cars made for sport,
and to their mansions with double tennis court,
while the man who won gets into his rusty truck,
hard to start with three tries but he don't give a fuck,
through their automatic gates that take to long,
while listening in surround sound to their favorite song,
the rusty truck rattles loud with only an AM radio inside,
with the winnings on the passenger seat for him to decide,
happy he won against those other rich men,
as it doesn't happen often not even now and then,
the next weekend comes around to play another game,
but they don't invite the poor man because he might win the same.