“There must be some kind of way out of here,”
said the Seven to the Three,
“There is too much construction, now.
I don’t know when I’ll be free.
Card-players, they build us up,
growing day by day.
But the structure is so precarious,
and how much could we weigh?”

“No need to get excited,”
the Three responded in kind,
“Our house of cards shall stand forever.
You needn’t pay it any mind.
We have the best Jacks of trades all working here,
And Queens and Aces, too.
I’m not worried for a single Acme second, Seven.
And neither should you!”

Everywhere within this house of cards,
the deck was being played.
Plans and schemes and situations, all,
by the best minds were being laid.
Outside, on the table, a giant pair of hands
was preparing to crack its knuckles,
and shuffle cards into rubber bands.