the game just got rough
serious
deceptive
insane
eyes staring across the table
evil
angry
fill with disdain
a slap in the shoulder
a slap in the head
a kick under the table
there could be bloodshed
no one moves
everyone staring at the other
men hate the woman
sisters hate the brothers
its just a game
we all agreed to play
but it always turns into a free for all
fuck
i hate playing Old Maid
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200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
