Games

I loved Candyland as a boy,
The excitement of winning,
They told me I could win this game.
In the foliage I searched for Lord Licorice,
There were too many.
The gunshots in the background,
It was all part of the game.
They would not lie.
The feel of crude metal in my hands,
I feel disgusting, dirty.

We waded through mosquito crypts,
And shallow, muddy water,
Making our way on pointe on the carpet of leaves,
Dodging mouse traps.

I started on the cigarettes,
The smoke blends in perfectly with the fumes,
Of warfare.

They decide to fumigate,
Too many pests in the jungle,

Too many humans in Candyland.