Poetry

No game

I got myself into a bind;

now I’m forced to play

a waiting game.

Hating games

hating waiting;

not a very fun game

because I made up the

rules and I’m much

too serious

for it to ever be fun.

I do not mind though.

My reward is a hot chocolate

or a decaf coffee

depending on what’s available

and I dnt want either so

No reward either way.

I’m still alive;

no game.

This is the only reward

and relevant fact.

The waiting is immaterial.

I’m just waiting to

leave the hospital now.

No game.

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