Suicide kings and one-eyed jacks
playing at the turn of opportunity.
Inconsistent clouds of disregard
followed by a fools parade.
An easy task to read ones fortune,
your everyday is the same.
The path you walk is covered
with your self-centered lies.
The smile you wear is crooked
and tilts with every grin.
No faith remains that you may change
with each passing day.
Your life is so predictable
with each step toward the grave.