22 May 2012
You can roll the golden dice, If you're prepared to pay the price. A missing cat, an ill Aunt, the ever-growing list of things you can't
bear to think of, and you despise. Spitting, hitting, telling lies. *You win the lottery! Forwards four spaces.* *Loose ten points - you trip on your laces.*
Sighs and cheers echo from the walls, They watch every move, your triumphs and falls, "It's just a game," that's what they say, The night is descending yet they still play.
Hiding cards, poker face. "Are you sure you're in the right place? This game is becoming a dirty mess, wouldn't you rather play some chess?"
They shake their heads and lower their hats, forgetting the turmoil of missing cats. The aims have changed, it's all about winning, but the chance of survival is ever thinning.
The Game of Life • Opuss № I