The Game
So many distractions
my mind runs
one way then the next
not sure what to believe
who would deceive
in order to achieve
news seems all the same
kind of got lame
all you hear is blame
what a crying shame
is it now all called a game.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2020
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