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Am I Okay
September 14, 2018 ~ Friday
Kicking, screaming out for help
Sneakers, gloves, here they come
Running through the halls
I see the family on the table
their crowns speak royalty
as my hand reads numbers
that stand without pair.
I look around the table
I'm trapped here, I don't why,
Is it for all my sins, I don't why,
Did I kill someone? Was I arrested as a spy?
I'm stuck on island, here forever,
Should I give up? I say never!
Life is a gamble
and ther are all different types of players.
I'm not hte type to place bets
before the game begins.
I wait until the dice have been thrown,
then play my cards from there.
If I was stranded on an island
and I didn't know what to do
I would grab my card and play
It is something I can do everyday
Without those floppy cards
I would be bored day and night
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
Deal me in
Jack is counting,
One, two, three.
Leaning back,
Rythmic laughing pulling at the bones.
Tick Tock.
Ring the bells.
