Play Me
Roll the dice
To see where the blame lands
But it wasn’t me
And it wasn’t
you
In the conservatory with the candlestick
I’m bored of this game
Take back your nostalgia
and don’t pass GO
I’m ahead when you yell
SORRY!
We move back one space
Up laundry chutes
And down ladders
leaning on leaky roofs
Hit with missiles not fists
because you’re a man
so you say
and my battleship is sunk
Seven months later
My queen left your king
In checkmate
You owe me $500 on Park Avenue
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