This is what happens when I go off into tangents while writing poetry. Interesting results, but I'll let you see for yourself.


You're asking me
what game do I think I'm playing?
Well, I'll tell you--
I don't know either.

You, with your hats
and masks and army boots,
as if you were
daring me to comment.

I'm popping Tic Tacs
like so much aspirin,
hoping to God
that I'll somehow get high,

just like I've seen you do
at your
bachelor parties
with basketball buddies

at the frat house,
wearing your silly grin,
looking lifeless
with glass eyes.

Staring and smiling
at me, at nothing
but I disgress.
So let me ask you--

what game do you think you're playing?

---------'s strange. But I like it (and I hope you did, too). Please review! ^_^