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A Poem

By Angel AdagioPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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It’s a game and I’m the prize,

they all have to compete for my heart

and not for what’s in my pants.

The Hunger Games,

but they’re hungry for me.

Some have the most gorgeous words,

some only see the the bed as our end goal,

and only one wants to give me the world.

They lose their places after a few exchanges,

but the alphabet continues until there's a winner,

until they're worthy of me.

Down the list I go

in hopes to find a match

one that’ll last.

How hard can it be?

I have the whole alphabet to go through

and a roster full of candidates to see

who wins me.

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    Written by Angel Adagio