Tug-Of-War
welcome to this game of tug-of-war, where i always fall on my ass and always get back up for more.
(i can’t tell if that makes me hopeful or stupid.)
welcome to this game of tug-of-war, where you are nothing but the apple falling from the tree and i am always the idiot biting into it,
the idiot that always dies,
the idiot who never learns her lesson and takes bite after bite.
in any given situation, i am the idiot and you are the sharp-tongued serpent with the quick wit and all the right words.
in this game, i am the jester, the fool on a leash kept for your entertainment, held hostage by the god complex you hold so dearly.
where’s the story where the fool fights back?
where’s the fable or the tale where eve cuts off the head of the serpent,
the jester spits in the king’s face,
where the silly schoolgirl tells the ******* with the crooked smile to piss right off?
here’s a hint: this is it.
tired of being your plaything, your entertainment system on a leash, i am telling you to get lost.
i am telling you the game is over, and this time, i’m the winner.
this time, you fall and don’t get back up, not with this foot on your chest pinning you down.
this is the story where the underdog fights back.
this is the story where the used refuse to be abused.
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