THE LITTLE MAN

The little man intimidates he acts real tough

Shed your fear and call his bluff

The little man threatens to go all in

It takes a spine to play to win

War is no more than hold’em poker

Wait for the river card to expose his joker

He’s got the tanks but reveals his tells

Castrate his men don’t buy what he sells

The little man’s heart is composed of stone

Conceal your fear you are all alone

Losing is not an option if you never fold

He holds a weak hand he’s got fool's gold

Worthless cards live within his sleeve

Colossal table trash you can’t believe

He believes his cards are one of a kind

Show him the winner and blow his mind

Little man cries he’s holding a deuce

His hand is worthless he’ll want a truce

A house of cards is what he’s got

Shuffle again and watch him rot

Bricks and mortars are crumbling near

Who holds the losing hand it’s becoming clear

There is no match for guts and fire

Better fold little man you can’t beat desire

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