Any Savage Beasts Need Soothing?

Greetings, gentle readers.
In keeping with the varied and eclectic offerings on display on this page, I thought I'd throw out a song I've been working on in the hopes that someone has some cool ideas of what to do with it. I've primarily just done the guitar accompaniment for it, and it sounds pretty dolorous the way I've laid it down. And I don't have a bridge or a middle eight for it. Any contributions are welcome.

a losing game of solitaire

the sun slid slowly setting
- Bm - - - - - G - F#m -
while I watched you walking there
- Bm - - - - - - - - - - G - - - F#m
every second stacked in detail
- Bm - - - - - - G7 - - - Em
the king of spades lay torn in two
- - C - - -- - Am - - - - Em
a losing game of solitaire
- G - - - - D - - - Em

closing my venetian blinds
dark evening draws my stare
my fingers slipping randomly
through poorly shuffled portraits
a losing game of solitaire

in cabinets dark harbours
secret memories still care
tender words sting poignantly
postcards and your letters play
a losing game of solitaire

and so I don my inky cloaks
solemn suits the ones I wear
until you return my queen of hearts
and allow someone to win
this losing game of solitaire

- mARKUS

I was thinking that switching the F#m and Bm for F and Am might rock it up a bit, but then, I'm not sure just how bopping a song this fundamentally depressing could be. The puns are a little ham-handed at times, but I think that's part of the charm of a country-esque sounding song. It has to make truck drivers cry and the intelligentsia giggle. To be honest, I started writing this in hopes that one of my sister's contacts at her recording studio in Nashville would pick it up, flesh it out, turn it into a multi-platinum number, and I could live off my share of the royalties for the rest of my natural life. Another get-rich-quick scheme foiled. I'm starting to feel like the mice from "Pinky and the Brain" - my plans for world domination never seem to come to fruition.
in any event, two points for anyone who picked up the Shakespeare references, and one point if you can nail all of the "card" references. Several million points if you record this song, sell a million copies, and give me my share of the royalties. Any takers? Damn...
Oh, and for anyone wishing to catch me on ICQ, my number is 27286061. Those who spam shall feel the cold touch of my icy and wicked retribution crawl up their spines before my chill black wrath embraces them with brutal and unyielding walls of inhuman anguish. So there. That should be enough of a deterrent to dissuade even the strongest-bladdered specimen of that revolting sub-genus of primate that spams people. And I won't even start to comment on the irony that a telephone repair agent and tier 1 helpdesk ADSL analyst not only is without a mobile phone from his company, but without a telephone in his residence. A bit like Stevie Wonder giving driving lessons, really.
And soon, there will be celebrations as I not only get a break from work, but I get paid at the outset of such a wee furlough. O happy day. Cheers, mouseketeers.

-mARKUS