Poker Face

Oh look… chaos again. Cute

Missed my train, spilled my tea,

Lost my shoe — it ran from me.

Sky is dark, the news is grim,

But I just grin… and go to the gym (well, maybe).

My phone is dead, my rent is due,

My plans collapsed — like paper glue.

But guess who’s chill, just like a swan?

That’s me, my friend — with lashes on.

Poker face, I don’t even blink,

While the world burns, I sip and think.

Everything’s wild, but I’m still calm,

I fight the storm — with lip balm on.

Ha!

Poker face, and I don’t flinch,

Universe swings — I don’t even twitch.

‘Cause every mess turns into gold,

I stay cool. I’m fire. Bold.

People shout, the vibes are tense,

Drama flies like pigeons in defense.

But I walk through with zero stress,

In fluffy socks and a wrinkled dress.

My boss is mad, my card declined,

Still I dance like life is fine.

They ask me, “How you stay so zen?”

I say, “I forgot to care — again.”

Poker face, I’m built like that,

Smilin’ wide in the middle of splat.

The ship might sink, the floor might shake,

But watch me moonwalk through the quake.

Hey!

Poker face, no panic show,

Inside might scream — outside? Glow.

And when it’s done, surprise, surprise —

It all turns sweet… like apple pies.

Yeah, I manifest. I improvise.

I make disaster look… kinda nice.

So bring the chaos, bring the rain —

I’ll catch it all… and dance again.

Poker face, I wink, I glide,

While trouble hitchhikes on the side.

The joke’s on fate — I always win,

With snacks, a nap… and cheeky grin.

Poker face — that’s how I run.

Crash? What crash?

I’m still number one.