Play Death
Let’s play hangman,
let's play Russian roulette,
play chicken with an 18-wheeler
play the days away
with a dare and a do.
Is not life a tightrope
whether we like it or not?
Sometimes you are a
free climber on an impossible cliff face
you show the way,
sometimes you make the obituaries.
It's a game nothing more,
is it dangerous, is it exhilarating,
is it worth it?
A game has to play,
it's nothing real or lasting,
we all get to go home
leaving the toys behind us.
The smoking gun,
the hanging man,
the blazing crash
on a scorching highway,
toss the coin
play death for one more day.
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