Games I Don’t Want To Play

If some women were Yu-Gi-Oh cards,
They’d be pots of greed.
If some women were a deck of playing cards,
They’d be a Royal Flush and flush your life down a drain,
And,
Aim for the weeds.
If some women were uno cards they’d be the reverse,
And,
Rehearse an excuse to leave as soon as your wallet gets a little too lean!
Regardless if colors align…
I mean,
I don’t mean to be mean.
But,
Some behaviors are repetative,
Some behaviors are repetative,
Become expected,
And,
May lead to a death sentence.
Death of a life,
Golden,
Happily written in stone.
A story stolen by another with a keen taste for gold.
Every fruit you’ve tasted going sour over the hole
You haven’t been able to climg out of no matter the rope,
We can either hang ourselves with,
Or,
Grow out of a mold,
We’re frozen inside of…
A hole we place our lips on.
A mouth we grow attached to as the feelings get strong,
Over time until they become too poisonous to drink from!
But,
How often do we play that game thinking we’re playing the right cards?
Way too often,
As if we’ll ever get far,
With only so much time on the clock.
Maybe,
It’s time to stop hitting the deck,
And,
Move along a path that wouldn’t come at the costs,
Of your soul…
Life is golden…