I Fold

Doubtless your eye had wandered before,

Before we met and before we parted.

Still shouldn’t I have had doubts all the more?

How stupid of me to be broken-hearted!

Why shouldn’t I have been wise to the signs?

Seeing the truth where my eyes returned nothing?

Distracted I was when you, playing kind,

Buttered my muffin.

You, with your tells, were with semaphore waving.

I, dealt my hand, exchanged all of my cards.

Obviously you were anteing, craving,

Honestly I took your guile as regards.

Perfumed were your words and airtight was your promise,

Card sharps like me should not fall for such bluffing.

Your words were all lies but your dick always, honest,

Buttered my muffin.