people appear...they come and go,
some movin' fast...some movin' slow.
some taking time...this should be fun,
some treadin' toes...the whole job done.
but...
no way to tell...with just a glance,
hafta look and touch...for half a chance.
gotta pick 'em up...spin 'em around,
toss 'em up...let 'em hit the ground.
but...
as kids we played...a game called sink,
weight didn't matter...it was gauge and think.
some always heavin'...the heaviest chunks,
if it didn't get there...nuthin' was sunk.
but...
if a big one got in...man, what a sight,
the roar of the crowd...the flash of the lights.
usually though...it was attrition, you see,
direct combined effort...by you and by me.
but...
AW SCREW IT! i'm supposed to get rid of my
'does not work/play well...attitude and i was
tryin' to psych myself. sorry folks.
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