They Know How They Do It, Poem by maxpoet beauty

they know how they do it,
Mostly it's not a game,
It's not that Written,
It is not me but you,
It is told that how it's done,
Even con is not comparable,
How it's done,

They know the game,
So easily that I illuminate,
I think that the game was told to me,
It's done,
How they all do it is known,
In my younger years,
To see me up like this,
It's the fortune that I embrace glory,
All in me,
I can see all of it clearly,
How it's done,
This is not the fair,
But all the Unfair game.