The grim reaper shows a four card hand

The joker was in play so he mucks it

He breathes a sigh of relief

And shoves his chips to the dealer

Lady Life has the nuts

And Doctor time busted

Go figure, cosmic joke

Comedy of the average Joe

Caviar still makes you choke

For the middling man

With the middling hands

Fiddling with the smoke

Of a firey acumen

In dove the dove

Because smoke rises up above

Pure and clear, translucence in love

Here comes the dove

Who can’t even play

But soars anyway

In comes the dove

Who dies and lives and ages

But he’ll gamble on us

Because if it weren’t enough

We have hope

And hope means infinite wages