Ignorance Isn't Bliss

My cards are the sunset, your cards are the mud
At this game that we play I'm an absolute stud
You can't hold a candle the the hand I hold
I've got a low flush, you see it, good fold

Your cards are lemons, my cards are sweet
I don't need to draw after fifth street
But I can paint the picture in my head
Of getting your chips, you're drawing dead

I'm Kobayashi, you are in a bun
You will be gone when you know that I won
Our hands have been shown, so send me your stack
Stop your complaining I won't give it back

My cards were pyrite, your cards were gold
The hand that I had was horrible to hold
I feel like a donkey, a moron, a spazz
I wish I had known that we were playing Razz

Eulogy

I would like to reminisce about times long past
When excitement kept my heart beating fast
I never thought my fortune might not last
Living was playing not looking ahead

Aces a-plenty and drawing was cheap
Chips would not fit inside pockets deep
I told many people to read 'em and weep
Luck let me not get walloped 'til I bled

But it has been hours since the time when
I would be winning then winning again
Now big blind I paired both my five and ten
My foe has a heart - so I'm still in the red

Here lie my cards, center table, face down
Useless like designer suits to a clown
If I were insane I might run through the town
Shouting, "Long lived my cards, my cards are dead!"