Games
To anyone
Who thought
I may be
playing games;
I quit.
I am done.
I have no time
For your amusement,
Your practical jokes.
And I refuse
To give
My heart away
For anyone
Who wishes or wants
To play with.
To treat it
As a toy
Or Joke.
Because I am
The Rule,
And I am
The standard.
In my game,
I play as
The house.
The house
Always wins.
Checkmate.
A poem written for my lovely members of the dark triads: the narcissists, the psychopaths, the machiavellian;
Whom the wounded inner child that refused to grow and learn and the ones who know no boundaries, nor respects any.
Regards,
The Sacred Clown / Heyoka Empath.
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