What's in my pocket? I'll give you a hint: The head of a fork, an unwrapped mint A lexical invention, Fortuna's balm And grease for the crease of Charon's palm

When you break me you're the best. Once I'm broken I repeat. When you press me I'll keep track. When you play me, just sit back.

I am the right man to the king. I could fight, I could write, I could fling. I’m born with a twin brother, and two freakier others.

I have an eye but cannot see. I am a cure or a curse depending on what’s inside of me. I’m impossible to find in a stack of hay, but A camel might fit through my eye some say.

My twists are designed to confuse and deceive. My creator’s goal is to make you believe That the next turn’s the one that will lead to the way. Your choices might save you, or lead you astray.