The Game

Life tales...

‘Where’s the next meal gonna come from?’

Every morning when he awakes from

his sleep,

this question is screamed loudly @ he.

He then arises,

stomach growling, still smiling,

thanking the big G, for letting him sleep,

favourably.

 

Meanwhile

jus down the road,

1 or 2 miles north,

‘which car shud I take 2day, the jeep or the sport?’

Is the not so complex decision

that a boy’s facing, as he emerges

in the latest fashion, from his parents mansion.

He glances @ his packed breakfast,

then shouts 2 mum & dad,

‘where’s the sausages? Have you guys gone mad?!!’

 

All the while,

there’s the case of this miss

whose trouble is,

she’s gotta do bad things

in the name of feeding her kids;

Cos the dad was never father of the year,

and if it wasn’t for a pic, the kids

wont know who he is.

So she’s an office clerk by day

where corruption thrives,

brown envelopes arrive,

& she accepts them on sight.

 

Now within these three,

there’s undeniably,

regardless of how slightly,

…a hint u & me.

Been in fucked up situations,

but with patience & a smile,

we got thru em;

laughin on the other side.

But sometimes in abundance,

we forgot the fortune,

had been given the finger but wanted the hand too.

Then a catch 22

had us conflicted, confused;

Being forced 2 do bad

in the name of doing good.

 

For in the game of life,

I realize, there’s no formula.

Though 4 some,

there’s barely any warming up.

And so I just…

Try 2 carry myself with grace, maintainin faith.

Cos 2 survive, I’ve got to both live

and be alive.