Poetry

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Wednesday 3 June 2020

You play to lose

Until you live my life
And I live yours
You'll never know what it is like
To walk in my shoes
So don't you try to tell me
When to jump or how to choose
Until you live my life
Well you play to lose

Don't you try to fit your world around my conception
Your ideas hold no water they
Are figments of imagination
And if they work for you
Horay! Then you should employ them
As you choose
Because until you live my life
Well you play to lose

I have had the steam rolled out
I had the dirt kicked in my face
I have had to scream and shout
Just to keep my place
And unless you have suffered
Or felt my hurt or abuse
Until you live my life
Well you play to lose

The fanfares and the agents
Of the night persue
The candlemas of a caress
But cinderella shoes
Have been locked in a museum
Full of art's misuse
So until you live my life
Well you play to lose