Instead of kickin' chairs & poutin' & shoutin' I figure I'll just put some poetry to my Bad Beat blues... like this beat not to long ago.... Cigarette smoke gets in my eye...momentarily makes me cry...tryin' to understand the mathematics of my hand...'cause you're always AHEAD when you got somethin'...but you're ALL ALONE when you got nothin'...you got to REALIZE when you got somethig...yeah,cigarette smoke gets in my eye...momentarily makes me cry...'cause I'm ON EDGE...JUMP BACK...I'm STRESSED OUT...don't SHOUT...just got beat...full house...A's full of 3's...by pocket 4's...followed by two MORE...yeah,' the BAD BEAT is the" JOKER" of the game...sooner or later HE will call your name...when it happens don't shout & pout...just be a card warrior & shake it out...if you're gonna TILT just quit the play...tomorrow is another deal, another day...