Twenty-One

I have a game, I like to play. If I asked you to join, you’d say no way. You probably think, it’s sick or vile. I haven’t played it, in a while. You’d say I’m twisted, you’d say I’m insane. This game for sure, is not humane. In order to play, I need someone. Tie them and gag them, then leave on a run. To my house, I take them with me. Just the thought of playing, makes me move swiftly. I have a room, where I like to play. This game I like, takes most of the day. My game is more, like a game show. The people love it, this I know. When you wake up, the game begins. Answer the questions, and you will win. Twenty-one questions, over all. Live or die, it’s all your call. You lose a finger, if you get one wrong. One after another, until they’re all gone. One more chance, once you lose your tenth one. Answer it wrong, and your life is all done. If you want to stay with us, if you enjoy life. You will answer all the questions, and try to stay alive. Just answer ten right, and you will get away. So lets get the show started, are you ready to play?