What Game Show Is This?

Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?

Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?

Getting your misdeeds out of my sight,
Is nearly impossible these days.
You blocked your own path...
With thoughtlessness.
And for this...
You expect me to delay,
My desire to go my own way?
And for your mistakes...
I should pay?

What game show is this?
And why are you soliciting me to play?

Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?

Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?

You wish to have your realities filmed!
I am not seeking that kind of attention.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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