Letras
"Ok but this is the LAST thing" I said to my good friend,
"If this bombs man, if this time it doesn't fly...
I'm throwing the towel in. I tire of these welts from
banging my head against the wall..."
and with that (quite startled) I saw her trespassing
Her hands were deep within my bin out on the curb
"Excuse me, but what are..." my words interrupted
(as) she pierced her gaze into my eyes
"You seem like a good boy" she reached in her pocket
"You look like you could hold your own and last a game!!"
She just started giggling, quite uncontrollably
Pulled up a chair! Tied back her hair! With not a care, whipped out a deck of cards
Opened the box, I looked at my watch, she pulled up her socks and
dealt a hand of 5 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
I tried to explain that I had to be somewhere,
She pressed her finger to my lips and shooshed me down
"just sit in your chair there, you're right where you should be
You got no better place to go! Now,
"The rules of the game" she continued, "are simple -
Regardless of your card, the number, or its suit,
You place it on top of the pile in the centre,
And simply say the number "5"...
She seemed unconcerned with the turn of my eyebrow
And pushed me down the second I tried to get up
And that was the point I lost my sense of humour...
"So, what, that's it?
You're full of shit!"
She didn't quit, no, it's like she didn't hear
"so! Now you know the way it goes, let's play and... OH!
So here's the final rule -
YOU AND I BOTH LOSE, BUT 5 WINS!!
"You've GOT to be joking?" I said, fully puzzled.
"That's easily the dumbest card game of all time
So, what, we just sit here, and stack up our hands... and
No matter what, we call a 5?"
She then scratched her finger up hard on her jawbone
and said "look man, it isn't me that makes the rules...
I'm merely concerned with the teaching, the playing...
The execution of the game"
We sat on my front deck, what must have been for hours