The Game of Pool


There’s a game we all play at one time or another
The secret is to set yourself up for the next shot
It requires the ability to master the immediate
And the subsequent
I feel like that sometimes
I see one eye on me and the other looking over my shoulder
Mainly it’s people who love politics and money
The little white ball is struck on both sides
By the phoniness of commerce on one side
And the cold conclusion of the deal on the other

While I clap in time to sounds that vanish into my pleasure zone
Those who can never have enough smile
For their cleverness is a mastery of everything that is wrong
And as you assume I am an easy mark for your enthusiasm
I will be watching your eyes move away from sincerity
And towards the next victim

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS

That is bleak - but it can be the view. Well written, Mark.

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The Suburban Poet 3 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Yes, bleak but it's targeted.... not everyone is like this; it is a composite of a few folks I've encountered in my travels.... thank you again Nellieanna!

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