The man with the acid face Under the hammer of glass Imperils the pure place. The emotion of the mass, Inverted, seems to ask The jack queen king and ace To do the task. Wait for a sure thing— Card into sleeve blown, Arm out of sling, Friends posted at phone; Then when trumps are declared And partner's strength known Overpower the guard. But keep the face mum Till the right minute come. Look left and look right: Whose hand will you bite With the safest delight? Whose safe will you crack With a pat on the back? Replace the slave state face With a face of bread: Each shall choose his place, Be Dead, or Red. The cards are no way stacked And he may live by grace Who wills to act. |