Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Games

Ten thousand years ago, when I was knee high to a dustbin, there was no such thing as electrickery let alone games powered by it. We used to throw rocks at each other, the last surviving rock was the winner.

Games
The only games I play, are the games that matter
I play games with the deluded, make their illusions shatter
I play games with my own life, sometimes win, sometimes lose
But when it comes to playing others games, I flat out refuse

All words Meadowhead Bard.

One response to “Games”

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    enthusiasticallyresilientd7c971dc2c

    Heard it went well on Saturday. Well done!

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