#thegamesweplay
For this game
We don’t need a Nintendo
We don’t need a Wii
Not even a switch
The rules are simple:
Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask
He can do this himself or let it fall off in time
Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else
She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye
She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks
His grip is tighter than what she’s used to
He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it
He adores her as an object, not as a Princess
She cries, he comforts her
But eventually her tears becomes his rage points
Each and every last one of them
Peachy is confused
He says he loves her
He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her
But she knows he means well
Even if she doesn’t always believe it
Even if she doesn’t always understand him
Bowser stops caring
Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy
But he fails
Miserably
And he takes it out on her
Peachy stopped wearing pink
Bowser didn’t like it
She stopped wearing makeup
He said she can never match it right
She even stopped wearing her gold crown
Bowser can’t stand it on her
It reflects everything he’ll never be
It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi
Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s
Initially, at least
But Daisy inspired her
And Rosalina guided her to better
While Pauline reminded her who she was
Peachy is herself again!
Bowser loss his own game
He thought he was smarter than Peachy
But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths
She wore her crown with grace
With elegance and with confidence
Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day
What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle
Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy!
-Mia J
7/7/2025
© 2025 Mia J
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
• (preface) . Ante Up •
Never Gamble with more
than you can afford to lose
• Prologue : The Deal •
From the dusty haze
between mirage waves
of shimmering heat
in the desert air
refracting red shifted rays
of the horizonal sun
bouncing off the highway
appears an indigent itinerant,
who’s seen better days,
walking alone
at a leisurely pace
west towards sunset
and night and escape
without baggage or burden
beyond his distempered ways.
He comes suddenly upon an unexpected place- hitherto unseen by light of day:
• I: The Flop •
"LIQUOR IN THE FRONT!
$ POKER IN THE BACK $"
...The flashing neon sign proclaims
From behind the dingy pane
Of a curtained window
By a door to nowhere safe;
With a sign that hangs
Underneath it saying-
"Open Buy, Table Stakes,
No Limit Hold’em
Come on in and Play!"
-And just beneath that,
Scratched into the widow,
(In an unsettling scrawl)
{By a steady hand}
[with a razor sharp blade…]
It says
“There’s NO LIMIT to WHAT you can WIN”
...
"That does sound tempting"
So you do go in.
Everytime…
And you’re greeted with a “Hello friend!”
By a bartender standing by himself,
in an empty room,
Cuffs rolled up and forearms wet
polishing glassware and tins with a towel;
One That’s seen too many rims
and broken glasses and spilled drinks,
and blood and tears and ***** sinks
It could NOT be clean,
but **** it,” you think,
"How bad could it be?"
Might be why Ain’t nobody in here...
But never-you-mind, 'cause the ***** is cheap…
“Can I get you something, bub?
I got some real-deal-hillbilly-moonshine,"
He says with a grin.
"Just come in; straight from Kentucky, with a fine batch of single-barrel bourbon, too.
Let's see, What else? ... Some Cuban ***
French vermouth;
Cognac, Port, Brandy...
Shoot!
I got a bottle of Chicago's finest!
Authentic bathtub gin - from the secret stash,
no less,
of Al Capone's best lady-friend.
Might even have a little tequila still sloshing around the jug.
We got some stuff,
but the pickings are getting slim.
... Also champagne
if that's your thing.
Milwaukee beer in a can."
"By the way, just so you know
There's a cash game going,
but it already began;
You can head back, if you want…
They've probably only played one hand.”
At that, he motions to a vinyl-padded door
lit green, with a red light glow
spilling across the floor below,
ominously from under the jamb.
“Should I get a drink
and play a few?” You think,
“I don’t have much to lose.
And what if
I win?”
• II.. The Turn •
It’s a gamble, going all in
It’s a big risk to take,
But if it pays off man
god ****
You got it made
And the hand looks good,
(it always does)
But this fella’s poker face…
It's uncanny, and
You cannot read a thing.
It’s like he’s made of stone
Not a single tell; not any kinda way…
And this ******* devil-man
Always calls.
He plays his hand in every game;
Never sits out a round.
Throws his money down,
Takes his cards,
Folds his hands,
Then he just
... Sits back …
… And he waits …
… And every hand he plays,
It seems the game is strange,
In some unexpected way -
like cards you thought you had
aren't the same when you look again
But you can’t remember if, or when, it changed.
It might’ve been
you just seen 'em wrong,
But either way,
the card you need is gone;
And just when you notice-
He’ll look away,
And then back at you,
As if to say,
“I call your bluff kid, turn em up.
Let’s see this hand you played.
What’re you holding
That Made you think
you could win a game
I ******* made.”
• .IİI. The River •
You’re playing too fast and loose …
Like you ain’t afraid
But you should be …
‘Cause You ****** up
Too Bad the Bet’s Been Made
• IV.:. The Showdown •
...And then He wins;
And when He wins
you can’t defend the hand you held
In any way.
He takes his chips and stacks em up.
He doesn’t have anything else to say.
He doesn’t gloat; he just
… ******* smiles…
And He watches your face:
As you sit and you stare
and you think good and hard
about the mistake that you just made.
Read ‘em and weep - It’s his favorite part.
It’s his little art:
Watching a soul
get crushed…
"…Ugh…"
“…Again!?!”
• Epilogue - Wanna Buy Back In? •
Never
Pay More To Play
Than What You Stand To Win
Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 4:03 PM UTC