Tricked Slickly Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one wins a game,
Without desiring to learn...
The rules of it.
And which tools to apply,
When and where...
That time and need becomes,
Useful.

To then befriend those,
One chooses as opponents.
With an announcement made,
They disbelieve.
Yet played is this game,
Viciously.

Publicly admitted is the politics,
Of it.
The corruption and deception.
With promises to fix this.
Revealed are undercover schemes.
And who has been enriched.
Afterall...
This game one selects to win,
Knows the players.
Rules and tools to use.
And also perceives,
Who has been making false calls.

But...
Who has been tricked slickly?
Not the ones who create,
This serious game...
Another believes to have won to win!
A few unseen behind the scenes,
Pull the strings.
And eventually make their presence,
Unknown...
Shown.

'Congratulations.
You fought and won,
A unique and wicked battle.
Now we'll see how you handle,
Humility.'

-Uh...uhmmm...
Who are you?
We've never met.-

'We'll be spending lots of time,
Together.
You'll be my voice and face.
Although the game you played,
Was clever.
Around here you play it my way.'

-But...-

'I know.
Wanting to win to then have won,
Can be a shocking thing.
It takes time to overcome.
Some have struggled through,
Delivering their apology speeches.'