Mind Games

How’s the able kid fetch in’?

Labels, all labels. Mistletoe.

Compliments and games.

Wine and cheese. Bread and

Water would be better, for

Most people, like me. Chocolate!

Unable to resist. They know this.

They have you wrapped around

Their little finger. Come! Find

The ambrosia you have been

Denied. The gods declare it so.

Find me in the clouds. Find time

To socialize. A meek perusal,

Nothing big, just a few hundred

Returning soldiers. Nothing

To worry about. And if there was

Anything amiss, we’ll keep things

Under wraps for now. I’m sure

You understand. A happy man

Is just one that never gets caught.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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