Snap

In the lunatic asylum
where we live
there are no mirrors
or clocks
and it's normal to cheat
at cards.

We shuffle the pack
and palm
an ace of hearts
hidden
in cancerous clouds.

Our friend Groucho Marx
plays the violin
and spends his nights at the opera.
With Groucho
we always deal straight
from the top.

When we play God
we leave
the dealing to him.
He deals
as he will.
He always play snap.