which is worse to be a fake or fraud or sit by and watch ~ then applaud
in truth makes no difference the game is up ~ next stage a firing squad
plagiarism and AI does not make great soup ~ but a rotten cheap broth
strange thing most of them posting it all ~ say they’re devoted to a god
By David Kavanagh
It’s not okay a heavy make-up
Ahead of a medical check-up
And - please believe me-it’s a up:
If doctor is handsome “a set up!”
It’s a patient’s right: a good make-up
Before a booked medical check-up
But some medic for sweet face “Thumbs up!”
While Mascara could a check-up screw up…
At last, somebody shall be tensed up
The medical check-up time used up!”
We should image what next might crop up:
Perhaps, one’s husband with gun “Hands up!”
Boyfriend “Smart Baby this game is up…”
Smart baby like a bridge to blow up!
This my game is up
The cards are about to fall
Not long now
Until my bluff is called
And everyone will see
Me for who i really am
I'm not even holding a pair
And worst of all
The stake i am gambling with
Isn't even mine
Yet i still went ahead and bet it knowing i could never pay it back
Having met with an untimely
grimm death
After loosing his property monopoly
In pursuit of trivial gain
Using eloquent intellect scrabble
word's in order to create reasonable doubt
Until all the dominoes have fell
Knight takes Queen
The game is up Professor Plum
Do not pass go directly to jail
And serve 21 year's
For killing Lady Solitaire
In the games room
By poisoning her pieces of
cheese, pie, tiles and dominoes
And i think you will find that
is both check and mate
God i love these murder mystery
games
My surname may well in fact be
Watson but when it comes to
games call me Sherlock
Something broke me into god damn flim flam
Seen enough to know the game is up, shut up
Drown down to the gravel level bottom shakes
Silence damaged COVID lungs like old movie remakes
True Story
Today was Doctor's visit
No 3
You see my Mum now struggles walking
Where as 6 month's ago she walked
more than me like she was 23
And 3 visits later seen by 3 different
Doctor's
Where are we at now ?
She resembles her actual age of 70
rather than her old sprightly 23
She still work's a 5 day week
6am till 4pm Monday to Friday
And yes she wants to carry on
but unfortunately without medical
help the game is up
But after 3 visits with 3 different Doctor's she is no better off
Confined to a walking stick and
good Samaritans who help
a temporary solution at best with
2 week's off with a Doctor's note
Leaving armed with the knowledge
nothing fixed the problem still persists
Her employment sanity and independence at stake
And after appointment and Doctor
No 3
Not a single pill hope nor resolution
to hang on 2
Might as well just have taken 2
Paracetamol as a Placebo
Must be scary at 70 year's old
when you ask but receive no help
Because what is the alternative
When there is no where left to turn next
I think I know what life's about
It's ten a.m. when I set out
To eat, and then I snarf my food
You know that I am looking good
I go to class, get on my phone
I tell the teach: "Leave me alone!"
She tells me that I'm gonna flunk
I tell her: "What a bunch of bunk!"
She sends me to the dean, for what?
I open his door, begin to strut
He says, "The game is up; get out of here."
I say, "Thanks much, n'go have a beer...
Now it's six p.m., time for dinner
Fries and a coke will sate this sinner
Then I'm off, to hit the town
Rock-and-roll, and come on down
I get it on with a foxy chick
We smoke and drink till we get sick
I hit the sack by midnight's end
Then I'm up at ten to do it again
******
I trust you liked my little story
I hope it didn't anger or bore ye
That it's the truth is plain to see
The bad part is ~ The joke's on me
The priceless honey pot has dropped from high
Fallen heavily on granite like egg
The pot is broken the honey is spilt-
How can I then live as if all is well ?
From my tear now I seek and eat my salt
The dreadlock on my head is not rasta's
But wool moulded by the grave dust and dew-
No ,I do not live as if all is well .
In my black rag I sit upon the slab
Cupping my hand on dimming candle light
Gazing like astronomer to see you
How sad ! I don't live as if all is well .
Locust has lost its wings the game is up
Its skeleton crawling the field of fowls
No ,your bereaved brother is not afar -
Think you not he lives as if all is well
ALONE IN A GROUP
I sit gazing at the big box
With less work to do and many things to think.
The man next to me is busy at work so full
And a lady, anxious of her own looks.
The Secretary of the office is filled with piles of files
And is often on phone on the floor.
And I got nothing
But to think of all this what I look around in a group
The attendant falls in with a cup of tea
And all eagerly break their ‘busy’ work just to speak.
Some men and women stand and talk loudly
Not really to talk but to show that they can.
Among all, a peon stares at the ceiling only for just a minute
Not like me for hours together.
He whistles, chuckles and always carries a smile
Never is he seen in a mood so fascinated like us
And here, my gaze is fixed on the box
Like many on the Clocks
The Sun waved good bye
And all rose up from seats
Looked hurriedly at the door;
Looking at each other with smiles
Only just to say goodbye.
Good bye in a hurry!
The lights are off; the game is up
The game of playing together to win Loneliness.
Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?
Neither pain, nor demise.
The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.
Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.
Show all.
This is just a game.
When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.
When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.
In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.
This little game
You tried to play.
It got tried, weak.
Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.
I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.
Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.
I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your
very eyes.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.
While you risen so high, off your
stubborness and pride.
I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.
Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.
it loves me
it loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot
bleet bleet bleet
the runt of life
this shallow sheep
stomping Gossomer mice.
Eating shadows keeping score
a sagging Teet
a dripping bore.
The game is up, the pinball tilts
this tired game of slag and silt.
It loves me
It loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot.