POKER AND ALZHEIMER'S

Picture this. 3 old ladies with alzheimer's playing poker.

Old Lady #1: What was the bid?
Old Lady #2: .............
Old Lady #3: What bid?
Old Lady #2: Did you order the pizza?
Old Lady #1: I'm hungry. I don't remenber...
Old Lady #3: Don't remember if you're hungry or if you ordered for pizza?
Old Lady #2: How many cards?
Old Lady #1: Two.
Old Lady #2: But you hold just one in your hands...
Old Lady #1: Oh, my goodness. Four...I wish Marlen was here to complete the quartet,,,
Old Lady #3: Didn't you know? She went out for a walk Tuesday morning last week and
                      has probably been walking ever since.
Old Lady #2: The pizza?
Old Lady #3: Poor girl you must be starving. Did you see my bid?
Old Lady #2: It's not the pizza. It's the delivery boy...
Old Lady #3: Get a load of the creaky boned old hag. You wouldn't remember what
                      to do with the pizzaboy...hehehe
Old Lady #1: Remind me, are we playing poker or bridge...
Old Lady #3: Bingo! That's the last number for me! I win!
Old Lady #2: Who the hell are you?

Literally and metaphorically,

The world never ends
When your whole world depends
On the turn of a friendly card


The Turn Of A Friendly Card (THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT)








So, in this piece of land, where every third step you take you come across an illegal gambling
establishment, the police deemed proper to haul some old ladies to court for passing the time
of their twilight years playing cards. Of course they dare not match their wits with the real
criminals or they're on the take. The notion that everybody knows illegal gambling is taking
place BUT the police does not exist. Which means, the (not so) strong arm of the law is either
scared to bother the criminals or, they are sleeping with the enemy. But, folks, you lie down
with dogs, you get up with fleas...

Love junkies wanna change the world
It quickly stays the same
Money junkies hire all the smart ones
Power junkies run the game

One step at a time,
Polarity Hill
If the bad guys don't get you, baby
then the good guys will
 With angels on the take
                                                      and gangsters in the yard
                                                      Hey don't the wars come easy
                                                      hey don't the peace come hard

                                                      Now if I had a way to reach the sky
                                                      I'd grab that crescent moon
                                                      Wield it like a knife
                                                      Save you from the lies
                                                      From the lies that bind you
                                                      And the role you play
                                                      And the game that hooks you
                                                      While the big ones get away


                                                      The Big Ones Get Away (BUFFY SAINTE-MARIE)