Hold'em

Opportunities are a pair of cards. You have to make the best combination of those two cards with the five cards of life, laid on the ground. And if you’re lucky (?!?!?!), and if you have the techniques and the experience you might make it. And the stingy person folds for 20 cents, and the rich guy abuses you with his/her power, and the drunk guy gives you her/his money, and the guy in front of you gives you that sexy look (the look that makes your stomach twitch), and that guy who shouts ‘mother fucker’ and you hope s/he wasn’t invited. And all these, and there you are, knowing what others think of you, and it’s time for you to give up, and you’re sick of life, of all the games, of all the pain, and you say ‘I’m all in’, so that it’s over, so you can go, just to stop seeing the stingy, the cruel, and the nasty guy. But then you win, with a deuce and a six offsuit, and you have to go on, living the fucking life.