Trump Season

Trump Season

A Poem by B-poet

No more innuendos

Misleading me away from

What’s credible

As I use my Ace of Spades

To collapse the sabotaging figures

Within my path

Alas 12 more spades to use

While I’m grafting my map

To gain access to a fortress

Where my coveted Joker is being held captive

Moving forward

I used the 2 and 3 of spades

To bribe two thieves

Who questioned my integrity

For going into enemy territory

To full my conquest

I put it at best

I’m trying to save my friend the Joker

I mean no harm

I said that to them in a sober tone

So they left me alone

Now on my way again

To condone a fork in the road

Needing multiple spades to get over this hurdle

I placed the 4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10 of spades face down

To get around a moat in front of a drawbridge

It was crucial get over this moat using these cards

Like walking on egg shells is a privilege

More profound than anything I’ve experienced

Now once inside the fortress

I had 3 top spades left

To get passed the guards within the courtyard, and get to the king

While making it to the treasure chest

Where my friend was locked up and kept

I made it into the courtyard

Using my Jack of spades

To persuade the guardsman

Was easy because I said

I had a delivery for the King

They let me be

I kept going and finally approached

The royal highness

I now used my last 2 top spades

The King and Queen to persuade

Their majesty that I had a treasure map

Which displayed where lots of gold was buried at

In exchange for the key to get my top spade

Mr. Joker free from the treasure chest

He was in

Where he pleaded no contest to begin with

That got him in there and sealed his silly lips

From being comical in his own way

Anyway the King agreed, gave me key,

He kept the map, I got my friend back

And we walked out the fortress free indeed

Finally relieved over this travesty

The Joker asked me

What took you so long to rescue me

I said

Trump Season is now clearly over

Since I had to con the Kings guards and thieves with all the other trumps

So you could be free

Making us a winning team once again

I’m the holder of this hand with you now in command

To find 12 other new spades

For becoming a stronger suite 

Needed once the next Trump Season starts to commence

We’re now destined to being a succeeding playing hand

Within the con-game we will rule forever and again  

 

 

 

© 2012 B-poet


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this is...incredible beyond words. wow is right, just wow! adds to favs. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow!! Really great job! :)

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Added on October 6, 2012
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Indianapolis, IN



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