The one chasing
Like a captor after prey...
Is only in it for the hunt,
Like one on the prowl...
Seeking to exhaust a fresh stunt,
Used to amuse
And display in play.
Although obvious and tired,
Are tactics employed...
No one can tell the one hunting,
Actions rotated are actions that annoy.
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Oh people, and their stupid annoying and obvious games...makes one wonder why any grown up civilized person would do such a thing. Have they no life at all? Brillant as usual! Got your mind going full stream tonight! Best wishes, Theo