Rushing Roulette (God Awful) Poem by Michael Fischer

Rushing Roulette (God Awful)

Rating: 5.0


Start new game!

Play along my young child;
I'll be the scorekeeper.
Everyone's a winner,
before they're a loser.
Don't forget to smile;
It makes life easier.
You can't cry your way out;
You're in the computer!

You can have your cheesecake
and you can eat it too;
But only if you can
without my silver spoon!

Investing stock in me
has made you a poor man.
But it has made me rich
enough to buy you out.
Dead hands dropped the short sale;
But finders are keepers.
And as you slowly drown,
I'll leave you a towel!

Pin the blame on donkeys;
Don't forget your blindfold!
A stab wound in the dark;
Your story's left untold!

Everyone's a winner,
before they're a loser.
But I don't play by rules;
Because I made them up!

Game over!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Bloody awful play on words.... nope. Bloody good clever provoking piece... yep. t x

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Michael Fischer

Michael Fischer

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