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 I like to say the word parallelograms

Walking Pair of jello gams

Talking Pair a telegrams

Eating Caramelo hams

Hating Cerebellum jams

by DaddyO

Relegated to play Monopoly
in the game of Life
I obtain what I want
without getting what I need,
and set people off
with my provocation.

To avoid a bored walk
down streets and avenues
that are not my property
I take respite in a little house of O
right next to McDonalds
and pretend it's a hotel
where I snort Splenda
through faux fifties
off the naked arching backs
of bratty ageplayers acting out
an arrested adolescence

I get high from the thought
yet crash with the realization
that "winning" means simply
I am not yet bankrupt: I didn't lose all!

Yes, I am still in the game
practicing a hybrid
of monogamous masturbation
and polyamorous orgies
sharing with nary
a knack for compersion

Fuckin bullshitting games of the joker who claims to care

and be done with his past ways.

Yet the only thing he assures is that he is great at betrays,

But not so good at lying nor creating reasoning's

Of why he chose his actions towards another.

Yeah Jokers got some jokes, enjoying moments of his

Pleasures, kicking back & inviting strays back

Into the spot where we lay. Making his ultimate choice of

Allowing the exact things occur that he acknowledges

Is something I don't approve of, completely 

Showing those who aren't there 24/7

More respect than I who's been there for over two years.

But a Jokers got to joke, loving the game, 

Trying to be apart of the fame,

Of being known, with me right there angry

And upset like some sitting bum. "Opps" there goes all

The expressed expressions explained to him

During talks, yet it's the biggest controversies on

Reasons his attitude is copped.

There is no stop to think for the clowns who meticulously

Play to keep another down. Selfish Deeds 

It's how he rolls as long assomething is gained

In any way for him at that moment, it's the way he'll go....

                                                                     Marcelina Flores

                                                                    (Sept. 18th, 2014)

The Stepford Model

     We are programmed. We are complacent.

     Eve was never tempted.

     The apple never bittten.

No evil allowed. No knowledge of the choice of evil.

Human existence- simplified, beautiful, lacking.

      an eerie Sim-like board game

      Everyone wins. (No one cares.)

Bitten apple. Serpant wins.

      Vast knowledge and an evil.

      Depth now applicable within the

      Human spirit, the human experience. (Freedom of choice.)

Wars, destruction

      Under human control

      Optional-

      Part of the apple's contract

The Lord's power is great, yet

      Allows for us to choose.

      Everyone wins. But world's evil is not 

At the blame of the Creator

      but at the application, the choice

      of humans to give in to and act upon

      The knowledge of evil.

This is why I despise snakes. 

I have played a lot of games

And i kinda memorized all their names

I always get in the mood

When I beat up noobs

My eyes are turning red

I think I need to go to bed

I will first rest

And dream about being the best

I play games that are really awesome

And sometimes I choose my characters in random

It is really fun because you can learn

And you can kill other people and watch them burn

P.S

Don't kill people in real life

And don't even bother getting that knife

SIMPLY SPOKEN #2

A CHILDHOOD GAME

While playing a
childhood game,
These knees took
a fall
With proper
medication
they
began to carry
the ball.

If another
game begins,
they
will not take
the fall,
If not number
one,
there will be
no game at all.

 
copyright by heather burns

The ancient Maya

played a game like soccer

they called Tut to Tut

played with two teams

and a ball

that was passed around by the hip

and not the foot.

The ball was made of latex rubber

some claim it contained a human skull

For  one thing Tut to Tut was never dull

They played in front of a temple

on a strip of green

the object of the game

to score a goal by passing the ball

through a hoop made of stone

The winners were victorious

but for the losers it wasn't nice

because they chopped their heads off

and made them a sacrifice.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.

Melting,
Blood sucking Demon's
Permeating my skin.
Not completely draining
But taking enough to hypnotize my brain.
For a moment I have forgotten
Who I am
But instantly I'm back at it again.
Take me for granted
Use me till you need me no more,
There is always another sucker
Out there waiting to be torn.
We are all the same
With the same fucking goals,
Looking to buy happiness
With the cost of our sole.
Can't give up everything
As we seep back to our old ways.
We're not just men
Waiting to be played,
For we invented the game
We just made more mistakes.
Now you run like you own it
But your rules are totally fake,
We understand that we can change
But that's the biggest fear in ourselves is that we are whiling not to make.
So why not just be yourself
And see how it goes
I know I'm down for less acting
And more for putting on shows.
Stop allowing us to label you as
Indisputable &$%#

I play my games
fluttering my eyelashes
Licking my lips
You catch your breath
When I simply move my hips
Perfumes of nervous sweat
By the time my strap slips
I know that you want me
I hear your eager yips
But patience my dearest
Take small, sweet sips
You reach to caress me
Your whole world flips
Open your eyes
See all my lies
I was never even near
Your fingertips
Beg all you please
I am but a tease