this is not a game I enjoy playing
yet with every new month
I seem to get drafted in for one more round.
the team is familiar -
well, isn’t it always?
same faces, same bodies, same minds.
some months we swap places,
and friend becomes foe,
treading the same well-worn earth
we have all grown so accustomed to.
some months we draw crowds,
(who can resist? what colourful,
lively displays!)
some months we draw pity
(for who would watch the pitiful playtime
of university educated adults),
but one thing is guaranteed -
from the game is set in motion,
till the results are declared -
we will always,
always,
draw blood.
ah, the usual spectacle returns for another jam packed instalment.
see how grown up we all are! we neglect to communicate our feelings! look at our primmed and preemed words, scattered across many corners of the internet.
missed the action? fear not! the official soundtrack is COMING SOON (to a Bitter End near you). track after track of carefully constructed vitriol and bile, hand picked to reopen closing wounds. why waste a plaster, when you can pour vinegar into open sores?
music not your thing? no problem! read all about it with wildly differing perspectives and cheap hot takes; simply disengage your humanity and log on to the social media platform of your choosing. believe me, we’re all doing it.
and if modernity isn’t your speed, simply inform the same network of people immediately and watch as a molehill shoots to the top of every cartographer’s priority list.
you will be shocked, awed, and entertained. you will see tears, heartbreak, and jibes. and just when you think it can’t get any better, a few weeks from now, the process will start all over again as the next game gets underway...
