I'll play the games that you've devised
Although, the rules are blurry
And, they don't make very much sense

See?

This doesn't serve the purpose of a game
For me

I'll soak the bile that you leak;
Accept that you can't help yourself
But, you will learn
When, I remember
What you thought,
Aloud,
All those years
From now

I'll push you where you want to be
Away from me
Though, I am tired
Tired of it all

All my effort going into a small hole
And, getting buried

Children will get married
When
There's nothing left to do
For, they need someone
Watching them
In every second -
Sharing triumph

I'd like to take you in my arms
But, you've become embarrassed by me
For this, you're disparaged by me
As,
I'm not sure how to raise you


"And don't call us Maltesers." - Marquis