It has been a weird year or so. Poker fell backwards and politics became all devouring. What could I do but take the cash as the opportunities presented themselves. Now it is becoming a scary world in which a delusional nazi conman is trying to go into a public alliance with a psychotic, political gangster. I will leave it to you to work out who is who.
This being so I have neglected the Poker Tottys. I concept in which models, personalities and wannabe’s get to have their moment among the online poker community as a reality star. So her is my poem of penitence for the neglect I have committed.
Poker Totty Revival
My head in the mouth of a lion.
Other models were available
To witness that moment of reunion
I can write a self portrait project
Connecting the thread
When I’m old and wrecked
My condolences ringing in my head
Sure there will be more up and comer
Know that your interest is important
For the first time this summer.
Don’t tell me I’m nice
No applause needed
Just don’t forget to practice