Life Is a Game
To each his own,
they always say.
To each his own,
is the only way.
So tell me why,
they always stray
from those very words
they so often say.
Do they really care,
or is it just unfair?
Judge not lest yea be judged!
They care not
for they begrudge.
Do as I say not as I do.
Oh, these words are
so very true.
Life is a game,
you see.
The object,
to keep your
SANITY.
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