Let’s play a game I came up with;
We’ll call it a relationship.
You’ll play the distressed martyr;
I’ll play the devil’s advocate.
The martyr has one task in hand;
To be the DA’s firebrand.
The devil’s advocate is trapped,
not knowing where he stands.
The rules of the game go like this;
You cannot lose and I cannot win.
Now take your turn and roll the die;
What kind of trouble am I in?
Time’s up. The game’s over;
You won like you will everyday.
Do you want to play again?
I’d say no, except I have no say!
Liked it! You have to play that game, though, before you can play Twister. -chuck
yeah michael... looks like some day you will make somebody a wonderful doormat.... the title alone is priceless, by the way, loved this!
it's good that you've learned the rules to the game so young. Truth is, all those fish in the sea are mostly mackarel and salmon. Keep holding out for the halibut. You do, indeed, have a say, believe it or not.
Michael, for someone not yet 21, you most certainly have painted this lovers Catch-22 scenario with faux finish! Excellent quilling, indeed, penned with astuteness & cleverity...and a well structured Rhyme pattern. ~ F.j.R. ~
Loved it, loved it...such a familiar paralell you write about life! Best wishes, theo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely brilliant. I think my wife & I are finally at a point where we can laugh at this together - but only just. Thanks for sharing this one.