Spades Trump Hearts

Girls open their legs

for drug dealers, not office clerks 

fakes with clean shaves, lots of fat, and nice shoes

the girl in the coffee shop prophesied 

that I would make it to work on time

damnation is not for me 

power of the Holy Cross

and those motherfuckers breed 

and break bread

blessed is the Lord who prepareth my hands for battle because I'm in deep shit

keep my wits 

my head is clean and drug free

 cool like a coma in sunlight behind these 

Pit Viper shades of mine I keep hearing jazz cymbols echo from another place, another time did I write and stage my existence unfolding to the world, a full suit of spades is sharp and trumps the heart.