Your Game

December 9, 2007

It’s not quite as simple as tit for tat
You’re a lone-ranger cowboy surrounded by Indians
There’s a snake at the top of all your ladders
Your kissing catchers leaves everyone stuck in the mud
The open gates are closed and locked
Scrabble makes your words keep losing value
And your actions speak louder than any charades
The screams of polo have abandoned your marco
When you’re so well hidden you never will seek
Because donker kamertjie left you alone in the dark
Your game is far too sinister
When your strategy seems closer to chess
But with every round you just keep losing pawns

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Poetry / Creative Writing

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