You ordered and demanded That all the pieces fit Planted hatred in the hole And left the bomb to tick And now your hearts been compromised Loud enough for me to hear It’s more to likely everyone Is governed by their fear So let it go I will hate this life you run Away with selfish reasons The fire eats the memories While you blame the past’s undone You snuck up the wrong chain So maybe it’s not so clear Once you've fallen to your knees I'll figure the end is near And maybe you’ve got some nerve To stand up on your own But that all means nothing If you fall off of your throne And maybe it’s not too late If you glue down your chair Just remember that The game of life’s unfair Don’t worry now.
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This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
Cañada College, Redwood City, CA
Faculty Advisor: Susan Gangel, Associate Professor of English and Creative Writing