GIVE UP FOR TRYING Evolved in blood from cannibal parts, born to play games before dying, some enjoy poker, others play hearts in business-politics, war-science, fine arts of death denied where Olympiad lying re-made a World for winners and losers, their savage millenniums of tribalized beating and stealing, dealing, cheating and spying imprinted everyone as victim or user. "Please stop your games!" cry some unrealized romantics longing for love and still trying to visualize free of survival abusers. "What dreamers!" sneer the tranquilized tricksters, their empire of wealthy flying high over cities of spell-bound lame excusers hating the poet too deeply demoralized to ignore the omens of psychic scrying (the water equation is shorter by six) so privily their self-swivel-chair whirled, anxious to pre-empt any pumped up accusers, a quiet killing to be rid of that prying, that sighing and crying such versified frying over some trumped up end of the World (?!) Better foot-base, hand-basket, leg-suckering kicks all couched in safe home video viewing in love with the games before dying.

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