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.
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Author:
ModernBard (
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Comments1
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
Thank you.
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