The Definition of Liar's Poker
Is like saying Honey, I'm twelve.
When in truth you're lucky to be holding a seven.
And that's a solid six depending if it's cold.
Really gives a new perspective chilly willy.
Ain't it always hell, when someone calls your bluff?
Cheers.
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