A Psalm of Poker
The POKER GODS [are] my shepherd; I shall not lose.
He maketh me to lay down my pure chases: he leadeth me to use the check raises.
He restoreth my self-control: he leadeth me in the paths of good reads for my money’s sake.
Yea, though I walk by the river of the shadow of tilt, I will fear no suck-outs: for thou [art] with me; thy math and thy statistics, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my stack with chips; my bankroll runneth over.
Surely bad beats and all-ins shall follow me all the mucks of my monsters: and I will win in the house of the donks for ever.