A poem; a satire

Cooties

Hide and seek, let’s play.

First you go, I’ll count

patiently.

One, seven, ten!

(Is that days or weeks?)

(Weeks? What then?)

Is this where you set me free?

Tag, your it!

What d’you mean that’s

not the way to be?

I play for keeps, for dreams.

Why must I share

what was never meant for me?

Run, run, hurry now,

The game’s afoot (a door, a jar)

Oh come on Rover,

send me right over,

(throw me over? toss me out?)

Take your bow, you win.

You’re free.

I can’t see thru these

monkey bars (Jungle Jim)

anyway.

~

ser 28 Mar 2013

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