So you're losing the game
In spite
Maybe you should adjust
and playwright
Instead
Of taking your golf club
And walking away
So that no one can confirm
Your bad swing
If this was a game of checkers
You would have thrown up
The board
Just before your King
Gets eaten
And left your contenders
With no last play
On which to boast
Spite
The move of a 6-year-old boy
Who sees things narrowly
snatching away candies from babies
And believes that he must win
By cheating failure
70 long years
And a doctor
With no dexterity
To manoeuvre
A State
Of opposition
Nor decipher
Reality
From imaginary contenders
And fear
So every hole you
Can't put
You shut off
And every time
You think you can't eat
You end the game
Mr. winner
So you turn success into failure
And make sport of legends
And war rivalry
Of sportsmanship
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