They like to play games, with no goal in mind but power
and no good kind either
psychological containment
to keep society
subdued and stupid
void of any truth
They like to play games, whereat we are only seen
as plastic pieces
dispensible even to the sickest level
like diseased feces
and for what reason
you tell me
I like to play games too
and whilst you so vainly beiieve
you are studying me
well, I am studying you.
en passant
Bravo and how true, be carful studying such poisoned specimens, lest you succumb to their vile toxin.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
thank you
thank you quite. this one felt good to write; it's nice when Poetry comes full circle, like this did, effortlessly.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes