One for the boys

And we all buckle in for our favorite ride

I'm first to act and bet the pot hoping to win it right then and there
But the four seat calls and the maniac folds
And I'm out of position with a lowly pair of two's
The dealer burns and turns
It is in this half second where life becomes perfect
The mind a weapon
Tomorrow's worries and yesterdays mistakes they crumble and fall away
For now I'm on the wire

I check, the four bets
The trap snaps shut as I push my whole stack into the middle
He shakes his head to let me know
He doesn't have those dreaded pocket eights
And sighs, 'I have to call'