House of Cards

Should I but follow suit, and play my hand like you, in spite of everything I swore I’d never do?

Or learn to cheat at cards, hold aces up my sleeves, fake it ‘til I make it, ‘til everyone believes.

Just once I saw you twist and dare to try for more. You won, but then retired to cells with welded doors.

That can’t be all there is; four suits and royal peers, sat in hands and waiting for numbers to appear.

One by one you play them, and build your house of cards. But I would rather gamble than lay in wait for guards.