Darts and Lust
Darts zip through curling clouds of smoke
Slipping through fingers to find the mark
Moving targets fall away at the speed of light
Hurled objects with feathers score with the floor
A bar tender smiles as drafts suds up
The bullseye is nowhere near his ear
Workers are too bored with life to care about Polly parrot
Darts miss marks by a mile as the cage gets hit
Birdie is saved this time from an errant flip of the wrist
Beers at happy hour have never been more happy
Unguided missiles do little thinking in the wee hours
Young men scream out insults to top one another
On whose mother has more facial hair and weight
As the board becomes more square than round
Pretty women play jutebox music to entice
To dance, to sharpen skills, to hunt for prey
With love and war all is fare they say
Coming to that conclusion while playing a game
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2020
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