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Warning - - - this is a stink weed.

Written for the one
who knows the meaning
knew the begining.
Life is like a game
everyone is playing

The gameboard never
is the same
Rules that always
seem to change
almost enough to
drive you insane.

If that happens
you lose the game
Nothing ever seems
to change
Even when everythings
been rearranged
everything is still
just the same.

If I had my choice I
don't think I'd be playing
Can you understand
what I've been saying?

Ask for something
then turn it down
Is that what makes
the world go 'round?

Tell me what I need to know
or say nothing, turn and go
Don't say yes, then say no.
Then pretend you don't know.

Yes you knew from
the beginning
and before then
or thought you did
thought you could win.

So you bet all your chips
not to show or place but to win
That's when the game
began to begin
still self assured
that you could win

Shortly after the
games new beginning
you weren't so assured
you were still winning.

The game was changing
the rules were bending
I sensed your fear that
the game might be ending.

Now that you've thought
it all through again
my questions are:
Still think you can win?
Are we still playing
the same old game or
has a new game begun?

Don't think you've won
'til the game is all done.
I don't think you'll win...
I don't play games for fun.

Author notes

An old, old poem I don't plan on fixing.
Way too many problems.

Are you surprised I had the guts to plant this stinky weed?

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