The Queen of Spades is so close to I the Ace.
Almost there!- BUM! A questionable and ache
inflamed and infested the sweet plum of my face.
And now, it hurts on my back, the back body of the space.

A fret, a twitter, a bass, a silence waves
through the Blackjacks floor, my body saves
the feet stomps from the ground.
But my eyes are up, my body coma and unfound.

For all I this Ace can see
Is nothing but colorful, blurry bees.
For all I this Ace can hear with heavy stress
is nothing but a woeful bumpy, bouncy songstress.

A blue bear bombarded Blackjack!
I can catch again.
I clench my balled fist, ready to smack.
I can game plan again.

Gwaenchanayo?
My sight begins to grow.
My eyes follow to the floor
there stood, fuzzy coloring bear shoe.

The Queen of Diamonds in adidas shoe.
I am a happy Blackjack, that got hit by a muse.