A Solitaire Man

Excuse me, my friend
I did'nt mean to pull you out of that chair
ruining your preciuos game, of solitare

you have a job to do
just like us
there's nothing else to discuss

you can play
till your hearts desire, on your break,
a king of diamonds you must forsake

I know you have a hot hand
I know it's on fire
yet, I must take this stand

so get out of that chair
make us all aware
you really do care
quit that freakin' game of
solitaire

poem by Matt Mondschein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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