Epistle to the Game
Brought to you by the game
The game is cold
They say. It spares no one.
To be accepted into the fold.
One must hold a ton.
The weight has to be foresight
It has to be discernment and knowledge.
There’s no room for maybe
And you can’t know the game from college.
It’s about mastery over language and all.
It’s about connecting with the game.
It’s about if you’re short you’d better be tall
In the showing of the game without shame.
Love is not expected in this life.
You can have a woman on the blade
But she won’t bear kids or be your wife.
This is not to kick up dust or throw shade.
The game permits the pimp to know
How to be the best dressed and looking fly.
But his mind makes the clothes for the show.
In the game, the pimping will never die.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have an audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
S.S.
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