Brandon Owens

Rookie (November 8th 1985 / Maryland)

The Game Of Life - Poem by Brandon Owens

Of course I know this is all just a lie
I'm not that stupid of a guy
I could tell by your neat mustache
And your silly top hat
I don't know why you think it's funny
Playing with monopoly money
It's not just the game of life you're losing
You can't put four fools in,
Your deck of cards is obviously rigged
And the outcome fixed
You can't make me want to play anyways
Even if you gave me a raise
I don't think you truly understand it
We know you're underhanded
You can keep threatening everyone
With that stupid toy gun
I stopped caring about your perception
When you brought weapons
I don't need to tote around a big stick
Or carry a cement brick
You can be the banker or the chairman
I only want a fair win
I'm tired of you not getting the point
Roll the die or don't
There's more than land here at stake
This isn't a risk to take
I have children in the back of my car
But we're not getting far
We don't care who's the winner
You broke the spinner
For a game we were never playing


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 1, 2010



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