This is one of my favorite poems — it takes me back to the days of  high school 7th period study hall.

If you play Tunk, this poem is for you.

ZERO

You go,

You pluck,

Quit reading my cards.

Two of a kind doesn’t count

Ace, King, Queen, Jack of Hearts

I bet you a lifetime, flashlight kisses.

Shuffle. Cut. Tap.

Your luck is running out.

Watch out for the death card.

Quit holding spreads.

Drop. Hit.

Wait your turn. Talk some shit.

Tunk out. New game.

Next.

(c) Crystal Good