Game Night

ModernBard

This I cannot answer for you;

You will need to task the Beast.

He don’t play the games you do

And he’ll make a feast

Out of trivialities

You and I ignore.

All with cunning subtlety

While they lead you out the door.

Having lost all that you earned

On a lucky streak.

Taking chances, you got burned.

The Chase ain’t for the meek.

  • Author: ModernBard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2022 17:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    a really well weaved metaphor
    and I enjoyed the pacing your punctuation, dictated
    helped me to concentrate on your wording
    a little more and made the whole
    reading experience, subtly distinct..
    thanks for sharing



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