A little game..

by Mark   Jun 1, 2006


Doin it now,
Day by day,
I sit down and think,
About what to play.

I don't know,
If you want to,
But I'm bored,
And need something to do.

Maybe we could,
Play a game,
A little game I call,
'Endure the pain'.

I'm sure that you,
Have heard about this game,
You played it before,
You made the name.

Now; this is the aim,
You inflict as much,
Pain as you can on me,
And such and such.

We take it in turns,
My turn first for you,
I'll do this,
And see what you do.

I'll start of easy,
So you don't get hurt,
I'll cut this off,
And slice your shirt.

It's your turn now,
Take a shot,
I'll brace myself,
This will be hot.

As I tensed myself,
Waiting it it to come,
You had gone to far,
You shot me with a gun.

We've finished,
We're done,
You took it too far,
This is no fun.

You shot me in the leg,
With a stupid gun,
What were you thinking?
Sheesh, ok, you've won.

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