game over

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itsthesmallthings

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Joined: 2013/01/05

three’s a crowd
four’s a square

ignorance is bliss
it’s not really there
so this isn’t happening

hiding behind your poker face
too cutoff to cry uncle

need to take a break
take a breather

let
the
chips
fall
where
they
may

don’t look down
the ground’s too far away

no, what am i thinking
you won’t listen
you never listen
never

no boundaries
you have no boundaries

last straw

last laugh

last to the finish line

nevermind, it’s getting late

you’re under the weather

it’s over your head

game over

back to bed

Author's Notes/Comments:

From January 28th, 2012. It's weird to think that that was so long ago, but it's over a year ago. Almost a year and a half.

That's so weird.

Anyway, I really liked this poem more than I should. I made it by collecting a bunch of idioms and sayings and trying to make them connect somehow. They really don't connect at all, and the "meaning" of this poem is nonexistent; you have a better idea of any deeper meaning behind these words than I ever will. Which is the way I like it.