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Am I Okay
September 14, 2018 ~ Friday
Kicking, screaming out for help
Sneakers, gloves, here they come
Running through the halls
I see the family on the table
their crowns speak royalty
as my hand reads numbers
that stand without pair.
I look around the table
I'm trapped here, I don't why,
Is it for all my sins, I don't why,
Did I kill someone? Was I arrested as a spy?
I'm stuck on island, here forever,
Should I give up? I say never!
Life is a gamble
and ther are all different types of players.
I'm not hte type to place bets
before the game begins.
I wait until the dice have been thrown,
then play my cards from there.
If I was stranded on an island
and I didn't know what to do
I would grab my card and play
It is something I can do everyday
Without those floppy cards
I would be bored day and night
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
