It Is a Quicker Game

I'm sorry.
But I've grown tired of playing,
Roll over and pretend I'm stupid with you.
Can we play,
Pin the tail on the jackass?

It is a quicker game.
And even blindfolded...
We could invite more people to play with us.
And your chances to always be picked,
Would be limited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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