Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 48,706 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Slay The Game - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Slay the game.
Not the players.
It's the game to be played,
Needing to decay and fade away.
Slay the game.
Not the players.
Lessons taught to teach...
Have been outdated and in need,
Of change.

Baited.
Hatred.
Basted baked to taste...
Has left too many to consume.
With it wanted.
And rushing everyone to doom.
Dauntless.

Slay the game.
Basted baked to taste.
With it wanted.
Basted baked to taste.
And needing sudden change.
Basted baked to taste.
Slay the game.
Basted baked to taste.
Not the players.
Change the game.
Remove it from the table.

Baited.
Hatred.
Basted baked to taste...
Remove this from the table.
Slay the game.
Exchange it while you're able.
Slay the game.
Exchange it...
Before all minds thinking,
Unwind.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 18, 2015


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