It Is A Quicker Game Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It Is A Quicker Game

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I'm sorry.
But I've grown tired of playing,
Roll over and pretend I'm stupid with you.
Can we play,
Pin the tail on the jackass?

It is a quicker game.
And even blindfolded...
We could invite more people to play with us.
And your chances to always be picked,
Would be limited.

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