A Cheaters Armoury - Hanne Hukkelberg

All above board

And we see nothing at all

Clean and empty hands

But still there’s something lurking

We believe you when you lie

Buy your word, then you deny

Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry

You gamester

You tell us our

Fortunes by your cards

And you’re rubbing

Yourself deep

Into our wounds

You gamester

You fool us

We watch your spinning wheel

And we scratch

And we itch

And the longer it

Takes for us

To heal

You promise ten birds

In the bush

Each and every Sunday

Sell your letters of indulgence

We believe you when you lie

Buy your word, then you deny

Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry

A cheater’s armoury

All you’ve got

Is shifty eyes

A black dress

A false name