I Thought You Were Serious Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You want to play with me?
Good!
Be prepared.
I've been seeking a competitive opponent,
For quite some time.

'Why are you putting those six inch spikes on your shoes?
Those gloves have razors attached to them.
And your helmet?
Why does it seem to be plated with steel? '

I thought you came to play?
What did you believe?
I would share with you strategies...
To beat me?
And I thought you were serious.