Purple's Platitudes

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Sonnet 51

28 July 2013


Sonnet 51



I stood back and watched the game for awhile,

the simplicity’s like a magic trick,

not everyone can toss a dart with style,

some might even do better with a brick.

It’s clear the points are not as sharp on some,

certain darts just bounce right off the balloons,

but as I watched, I saw that with his thumb,

he covered up the Star with a full Moon.

So I couldn’t just memorize which one,

to aim at in order to get the prize

I felt the randomness stole all the fun

I guess as long as someone wins sometimes.

All of the games are rigged as we all know,

I’ll just spend my money on some fried dough.


28 July, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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