Ping Pong What is it that this crazy world demands? I come, I go, I come again; Up and down, round and round; Back and forth and zinging Never rest, a ping pong ball The players in some bigger court Ping and pong, pong and ping, Playing to their heart’s delight, As if my personal desires Had no weight at all, As if the tiny sphere I am is just The object in some sport The others play to loosen up, Expressing in a match so «politically correct» All their impotence and anger, Frustration slams home the need to win, To be first! Competition has an edge That sharpens with each use, Aggressive behavior transforms Into a viral sport they need to vent Upon some luckless fool like me!
© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent 04.10.2010
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