Hey, I know this is late, but here it is:
Mommy, dearest,
You’ve taught me to play cards
Since the moment I was born
You taught me aces were gold
And kings a mere silver
Finally I decided to apply these rules to life
And I’ve found I was the loser
With my hands full of twos
I’m always the last card played
In the hopes of something better
But it seems to me that you played your cards just a bit too quickly
Never questioning the “luck of the draw”
There were no exception
You have always won
Even if I fought
I tired of never being enough
When you are MADE of aces
I tired of not being the emperor
Your time of reign has ended.
The roles will be switched
And you,
Mommy, dearest,
You will have only kings
