Reindeer Games (Part 1)

 

Not submitting the guest poem

Is playin’ some reindeer games.

R e i n d e e r    G A M E S.


Makin’ me think I’ll recieve this poem…

Is playin’ some reindeer games.


R e i n d e e r    

          G A M E S.


Hands-up all ten fingers, 

thumbs pointed at the temples.

& G L A R E  each other down.

That’s when you’re privy to K N O W I N G 

That reindeer games have begun.

To the death, only one,

Will have the game won.


I’m not rescinding my guest poem offer…

I’m doubling down 

staring at my crown

while you just clown

A R O U N D…


Quit playin’ R E I N D E E R    G A M E S

& send me 

        “Reindeer Games”

It’s ready to display.

Amidst my dismay,

so just one more day,

& it better be on the way.

This is the last call, I don’t want REINDEER GAMES, 

I need REINDEER GAMES, from you, that’s all.


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