The Game

Why you quit, he says, it’s been so tame.
Why you mad, he says, it’s just the same:
Everyone wants to win,
Does everything to get in.

Why fold with a hand so good?

I say,
What’s good
May or may not be the question.
But on whose terms,
That makes all the difference.
If everyone wants to get in
Whose game is it that they wants get in?
If everyone wants to win
Whose game is it that they want to win?

My friend,
The world is ever the same:
To win at another’s game
Is to lose by definition,
Is pure humiliation.

The game is the call,
Must be mine or none at all.