My Old Poems (2011)

Games #17

I don't understand

What is wrong

Why am I holding your hand

Through everything this long 

Now is the time

For you to let go of the past

With feelings sublime

I said this will not last

You think you can ride alone

You won't last a day

This will be shone

So please stay away

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree 

Well I say you will crash 

With glee

You will feel the whiplash

Take this into consideration

You are so black

This generation

Is under attack

It seems as though we can do nothing

But sit back and watch

I wish we could do something

This generation is stuck in a latch

When will this never-ending chain

Be broken

The worlds morals were slain

And will never be woken

Do you really have the audacity

To sit there and tell a lie

To commit this atrocity

I ponder why

How can you not realize

What you are doing is treason

What you are doing is unwise

What is your reason

How about we make your life into a movie

Who would go to watch it

Is this groovy

When will you quit

I need a drum roll

Because it's about to go down

The death toll

Is going up without a soun'

Look at what you have created

Why am I this way

I have been decimated

Are you sure you still want to play

These games 

With this new creature

Let's go a few frames

With this new feature

This has been a great game

But it has to come to an end

You no longer have a name

My friend

Your new name is liar

 I walk down the wire

You live in the fire

I am a pyre