Noble Game
-Noble Game-
Ah!-i get to play the pig again.
This female game where you cannot win.
..delicate moment-awkward silence.
This where she gets to say she is sorry
- bloody phone rings...
Cannot nuke it,
i need the damn thing.
My pride gets to drive you to your sister.
Coming back I park the car,
at the bar...
Oblivion gets to drive me home.
Homesick garden just forget-me-not.
On my knees, i get to pray please but God forgot-or not..
Now my baby is my guitar.
Wow my lady, play me sad.
Tuning up the tension then the E-string snapped!
(Is it just me or is'nt there any E)?
Another no win.
Another no ball game.
Sorry God, sorry Gheet, sorry me, sorry wife.
I get to be alive- so I can get to play the pig again
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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