FicWad

To vote, or not to vote— that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the booth to suffer
The slings and dictators of infinite fortune,
Or to take Royal Flushes against a sea of Full Houses,
And by folding end them. To die— to bluff—
No more; and by a bluff to say we end
The Two Pair and the 1001 natural shocks
That flesh is dealer to— ’tis a Wildcard
Hysterically to be wish’d. To die— to bluff—
To bluff! perchance to raise! aye, there’s an Ace;
For in that bluff of death what chips may come
When we have shuffled off this lucky coil,
Must give us deuce; there’s the Joker
That makes gamble of so long life.
A poker face doth make cowards of us all.

( a shout out to y’all who didst partake of the original Hondo Mad Lib! )