The GaMe

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    The GaMe

    Secrets Flashin
    Passions clashin
    This boy...
    This man is confused
    Doesn't know which path to choose
    But wen it comes down to it
    He'll have to decide
    Between da gurl nd da game
    Nd its drivin him insane
    Will he choose this world he lives in
    & let her float away wit da wind?
    Oh will he let it awl go, give her his name & just give in?
    Let me clarify his decision
    See he will ultimately choose his love
    Because what ever it may be, it will always be put above [[*pause*]]
    His love....His love
    The thing that makes him what he is
    It runs through his blood
    Deep in his veins
    The question is,
    Is it his queen? His main?
    Or his world?
    The Ace? My dawg, master of the game.
    Aww man
    The end so close at hand...
    You can just taste.... [[*pause*]]
    The results, the prize of this mental race
    Honestly i dnt know what this man will choose,
    What he will do  nor if this poem is a waste
    But in my opinion the facts are obvious
    The signs show
    Bam in ya face!
    Just know that
    Never in history has a Queen
    Beat a ace.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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