A little bit of poetry on this fine Sunday afternoon.
It all feels so fake. Like I'm waking up for the first time to realize that all this is nothing more than plastic pawns on a cheap, cardboard chessboard. If it was carved from marble or mahogany, it wouldn't seem to bad. But this, it's all I can do to wait for that day when I hear
"Pass Go, Collect $200", and then, just like that,
Without waiting to say Sorry,
Like a Hungry Hippo, I'm off!
Down secret Chutes and up Hidden ladders.
If I hurry, I'll be gone before you have the chance to sink my battleship.
Careful! Don't break the ice or someone will notice I'm sneaking out,
through the Ballroom, with the revolver, and Mrs. Peacock is on my ass!
If I can just make it through this Candy Land of distractions and demons.
One wrong move, and KeRplUnK! It could all be over before I know it.
But like Magic Gathering, there are tricks up my sleeve.
And I'm willing to take the Risk, because you have no idea how well I know my way around this Mousetrap.
I have moves like you've never seen, the likes of which will Boggle your mind.
I will get out of this Barrel of Monkeys and when I do, I'll be the one yelling
Because this is no Trivial Pursuit here.
This is my Life.
And this is one game, I plan on winning.
**Warning: The game is rigged. You can't lose if you don't play the game.