Challenge
Little Mr. Everything
Write a poem or short story about a person who thinks they are the hero of the show called human life, but in reality, they are just a side kick that is only on for a brief moment.
The Game
The table in the poker room
was smokey, silent, full of gloom.
One seat open, I sat down,
and quickly ordered Coke and Crown.
A few hands in I hit a boat
and all my rivals I then smote.
A single rival called my hand
to see the cards that I would land.
He told me I was very good,
his kindness, though, I misunderstood.
He had a plan I did not know.
On that count I was very slow.
A few hands more, I had to try
to bluff into a winning prize.
Played just like my winning hand
no other rival made a stand.
I pulled the pot with youthful glee.
I was on a winning spree.
A few hands further, feeling fine,
I tried again yet one more time.
My single rival called once more
and I was turned from rich to poor.
I left the room and saw him grin
as I could only hang my chin.
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