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THE GAME
Understand the feelings,
When you play the game,
It hasn’t any meaning,
Leaves you without shame.
You’ll turn into a monster,
Like never known before,
The life style it will alter,
No wonder what a bore.
You sit and play for hours,
No one dare not move,
And if they do they cower,
When anger fills the room.
It’s all to beat the system,
The addiction of the game,
Destructiveness of wisdom,
With nothing worth to say.
Games are meant for pleasure,
To play and try to win,
When losing brings frustration,
It sucks you further in.
It doesn’t make you clever,
Not even very bright,
I’ll see you dear if ever,
You come to bed tonight.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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