• One, two
    I fall apart
    Three, four
    You break my heart
    Five, six
    You kiss my wound
    Seven, eight
    I’m made the fool
    Nine, ten
    I insist we play again

    My expressive poker-face
    Your convenient place
    You play your hand
    And now I’ve lost
    You feel so grand
    Because I must pay the cost
    And it’s all the same
    So grand was your gain
    That you’ve won the game

    Mischievously you ask
    “Shall we play another hand?”
    Denying you, dear, is no easy task
    …This is harder than I planned

    You play your game
    And I’ve lost again
    I’ve nothing left to bet
    But you still intend to play
    You’re not done with me just yet
    And I don’t seem to have a say
    Your turn once more
    You consider
    Make your move
    So sweet, so bitter
    I lose, I die, you soothe
    Say “it’s all for the better”
    I surrender

    Convinced this ends our strife
    I walk away
    “Kudos, you’ve played the game of Life”
    You finally say
    Mischievous smile across your face,
    You ask
    “Shall we play again?”
    Denying you, dear, is no easy task
    And so, quiet I remain
    But you insist,
    And so I cannot resist
    And once more you ask
    —you sure do persist—
    “Shall. We. Play. Again?"