the perfect score

there seems to be a place,
is this an empty chair?
my night's gone cranky old,
but there's something, maybe, probably,
and i can keep a steady hand
so let's clear the hard soaked air,
you've got flushes
and you've got straights,
paper ones for shooters
it's a place i know surely well,
know where this game will go

your sister's on the run, i hear,
with a man from ibm
she kissed me at the science fair,
when we were seventeen
and then again, i think last week,
but i was kissing mad dog,
20/20's a perfect score,
rowdied down in oakland
hit the docks for a wholesome toke,
but payday comes with a tyrant's clock,
the envelope's brand new

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