Poker

July 4, 2014

Land of the free but my expression is muffled

The United States is a deck and we're all being shuffled

We all believe to be A's but in this game theres lots of different faces

freedom is seeked, but only one can run wild, and that's the Joker

can you tell me who that is in this cruel game of poker?

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