Friday, June 12, 2009

Poem: The Game

The Game

It's a game she said
as she sipped her coffee,
fresh from Starbucks,
hot and expensive,
matching the dress she wore
as she sat across from your desk.

It's a game, she said,
manipulating the people around you,
to make them buy, make them want
what you have, a game to play
on their fear, their weakness,
and see in you, their savior.

It's a game, she said,
and I play it well and I play it to win,
and I do, and I live well with my cats,
in a palace of a home,
and you wonder as she talks
if she realizes
it's not a game,
and that she has already lost.


The picture was taken in an antique store on the market in Roanoke, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.


Nivea Snow said...

She was the one who lost.

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Sounds like a lovely lady!

The lady in Red said...

Dear Tom, it is a gorgeous poem about the seductive art of women. Well done!
Best wishes and have a very nice week,
Rosana said...

Whoa! What a great description. A modern day proverb.