Game On

Each a self-named entity,
may freely arrange
as we like,
designate private space, express
distinctive style,
so long as no notable harm
emanates, that actions I choose
don’t prevent any you
from pursuits to enrich your
own chosen game.
Simple rules for simple folk.
Too angry to laugh at the joke.
Caught in cages facing outward.
Who decides this we?
Which you and I agreed?  Not me.
That aghast they in merry mockery,
selling meanness dressed as decency
rock large on percentage pay.
At least feed us red meat and
football nights.  Provide our cells with 
innovative gadgets, to watch
imaginary battlers put on heroic fights.
Maybe nothing’s good;
but we’re all right.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s