Could you be just a dealer

shucking cards and playing games.

Speaking glibly with the patrons,

not even looking at cards in play.

Could it be just like your job.

I feel like I’m that guy earl in men in black.

The way I stagger, when I’m this fucked up.

On a selfish mission,

and it’s the sensation of vomit.

“I need sugar in water, now.”

Falcon punches of freedom.

Round house kicks of honesty.

Could it be you take it that seriously.

You definitely take it seriously.

Could it be you really are that ironic?
You do your job well.