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Sore Loser


It started off as a game

It always does

First it’s pleasant

You go first they go second

Roll the die, 6 and 3

Move 9 spaces

It’s a simple rule

Or at least it should be

But then it happens

They will make sure they roll a 5 and a 5

Competition thrives and superiority triumphes

God forbid you were good at something, just anything

What happened to the friendly game?

Whose turn is it now

Consider yourself lucky if they give you a chance to exist

All simplicity is lost

Every person for themselves

Let us not pretend this is still a game

Does anything about this sound like the roll of dice

Or does it sound like the roles we play in our day to day lives ?  

 
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