The Game Players

They beat us, they slime us, they bite us, they ignore us.
They make us all crazy, confused and cantankerous.
We have days we don't want,
There are those we confront.
We have weeks we don't need,
When they make us bleed.
We hear about Sally and Carlos,
from a man who is wildly verbose.
That one who goes out and goes in,
Oh where oh where to begin.
If tantruming were an olympic event,
to Korea that one would be sent.
He screams and he does back flips,
He could win gold championships.
The one that screams and the one that cries,
It is hard to decide who should win first prize.
We think we are just about ready to scream,
Please, oh please, let it all be a dream.
They come in the morning with a smile and a flower,
That little thing gives us the power,
to remember, we are flexible, we are willow trees.
(Ha!)

©1990
 

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