It’s a tired old concept, I know,
but cliches are cliches for a reason.
It’s a game, it’s a play, it’s a stage —
it gets harder with every season.
Okay, that’s a bad rhyme, I know,
but I’m just trying to follow the rules.
You know, like the rules that would bring us
success like they taught us in schools?
Ah, but the problem, you know
is that what they taught us was shit.
They fed us those lines and those lies,
and like blind, trusting horses — we bit.
No more, says I now, you know —
this isn’t a game, play, or stage,
it’s the lives we’re all living each day
surviving this hell of a cage.
Day 17 of NaPoWriMo.
I wanted to write to a prompt for today, rather than making another blackout. The NaPoWriMo prompt for day 16 is about “play,” and the Toads’ prompt was also about play… So I decided to go for it. This was meant to be a cheerful poem. But my Muse had other ideas. sorrynotsorry! I kind of like the idea of fucking around with the rules and creating a poem based on that, so maybe I’ll come back to this idea sometime.