Scrabble

Plastic words held between your lips,
Tipping off the edge of your tongue,
Can't wait to spit them in our face.

Our square,
Your square,
He said She said.

Scrabble,
Rabble,
Psychobabble.

Contentious,
Judgemental,
The scholarship of a B*****d.

Trapped behind your teeth,
Hollow whispers,
Hanging in the air for any passer-by to partake.

These words, here,
Those words, there,
Counterfeit them everywhere.

"Love"
becomes "Shove".
Four points thereof.

"Fate"
Becomes "Discriminate".
Nearly ten this time,
Lucky we don't incriminate.

Our board games are your strategies,
and you gladly break the rules.
We lay the map flat out for you,
But you certainly are,
One fatuated handful of idiotic fools.

If for one moment you grope your over ego,
We'll have you crawling at our side,
Swearing you'll abide.

For so long you thought you've had the upper hand,
But your incompetence has brought us here.
While you're whistling your little tune, so bland,
We will be the ones,
accepting every cheer.

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

Great poetic flow
A use of being fed up
is felt through this piece

Excellent job expressing your feeling's
with such a great flow of words

Great job!

Orlando