Slay The Game Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Slay The Game



Slay the game.
Not the players.
It's the game to be played,
Needing to decay and fade away.
Slay the game.
Not the players.
Lessons taught to teach...
Have been outdated and in need,
Of change.

Baited.
Hatred.
Basted baked to taste...
Has left too many to consume.
With it wanted.
And rushing everyone to doom.
Dauntless.

Slay the game.
Basted baked to taste.
With it wanted.
Basted baked to taste.
And needing sudden change.
Basted baked to taste.
Slay the game.
Basted baked to taste.
Not the players.
Change the game.
Remove it from the table.

Baited.
Hatred.
Basted baked to taste...
Remove this from the table.
Slay the game.
Exchange it while you're able.
Slay the game.
Exchange it...
Before all minds thinking,
Unwind.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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