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The Luckless Draw

December 10, 2010
Children playing card game, Vietnam

Image by UW Digital Collections via Flickr

Choose your cards and choose them well…

such a fine line between heaven and hell.

Never was I informed of the price of my choice

Just given the consequence with no voice.

The thankless notion that burdens my mind

Is that we carry on and strip this melon to its rind,

while stimulating self-affirmation… that life’s about what we’ve got

and if one does not got…then let him rot!

Why must some act like rats drowning in water?

Ever pushing the others under just as if it were to steal the last breath.

Liars swarm me as tweekers to meth.

The vile scum that pollute the bad street

haven’t the chance to even compete…

with those that sit in the political seat.

Contemptuous I may sound…

but I’m sick of giving ground

to all that I have described.

This is the desperate call

of  the losing player… in the card game of life,

the one who received…

the luckless draw.

13 Comments leave one →
  1. December 10, 2010 6:18 am

    Terrible frustration and despair in those words, 2zpoint.

    • December 10, 2010 6:51 am

      Just venting from some injustices that I have seen as of late…venting keeps me from falling on the wrong sword and keeping my perspective in order. Fear not… I am still me and I will always be! 😉

  2. December 10, 2010 3:15 pm

    I see what you mean, Stuart, it is a similar theme to my poem. I’ll have to go find Luke’s and read his too. Victoria’s writing prompt says to take a dictionary and randomly pick 10-30 words that appeal to you, nouns, adjectives, adverbs, verbs and use those words to write a poem. You may add articles and conjunctions as needed. It’s amazing what shows up!

    • December 10, 2010 7:18 pm

      BTW–forgot to say how much I liked yours. It’s very descriptive of the corruption of politics and society–good people hardly stand a chance anymore. xoxo

      • December 10, 2010 7:47 pm

        Ain’t that the truth! I almost feel like I must break the rule just to have a fighting chance of keeping my head above water!

  3. December 10, 2010 3:27 pm

    brilliant poem dear friend. those poor souls who have drawn this hand know how gloomy it is.

  4. December 10, 2010 11:14 pm

    Do we really get to choose our own cards?
    Or does some big dealer in the sky get to choose them for us?
    That’s almost cheating. Hell! Not even the dealer is supposed to see the cards.

    Either we leave it to Lady Luck, or perhaps, we choose our cards up there
    before we reincarnate and come back to fix things we screwed up in our last life.

    “Those people had it comin’ to ’em due to prior events
    and actions taken, even though, they can’t for the life of them
    remember what the heck they did wrong way back when.”

    Somewhere along the line, I assume there’s a higher reasoning involved.
    Something more than what we mere humans can truly understand.
    Somebody has to play the joker. One can only guess who that be. UT

    P.S. The vile scum say — check line four. One too many “the”s. 🙂
    If this was just an exercise, you did pretty good with your chosen words, Stuart!

    • December 11, 2010 12:15 am

      Two words…free will but there is a plan for each of us too. Sometimes I get tired of the lying politicians and scum on the streets that victimize the weak. It just makes me feel like I’m playing a winless game with a bad hand at times. Thanx for the the proof read too!

  5. dan permalink
    December 12, 2010 4:23 am

    Sometimes the victims just can’t compete in a game with 51 cards and the others with the eight aces. That’s right, I said 8, because it’s not a fair deck and the cards are stacked against the weak. Just read your next article about the 83 year old woman and see.

  6. December 13, 2010 9:23 pm

    Oh wow!! That was one helluva poignant read, 2Z! Awesome!! And I sooo share your sentiments!
    I am sick of this rat race myself… no emotions left, just a bunch of loose fragments scattered in mid air… trying to stay afloat! (sigh)
    A great poem, my friend!!


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