Look at you. <br />You disgust me <br />You smell <br />You smell real bad <br />You dirty dirty <br />Bastard. <br />You filthy dirty unclean <br />Little shit <br />I know you <br />I know your dirty filthy little mind <br />Go on <br />Run <br />Hide <br />Go on <br />I can find you anytime I want <br />We're the same <br />Go on <br />Admit it. <br />We're the same <br />And there's nothing you can do about it. <br />Go on <br />Play your little game <br />Your game of healing <br />Your game of caring <br />Your game of growing <br />I can find you <br />I know where you hide <br />Go on <br />Play <br />And I will crush you anytime I feel like it. <br />Go Play <br />Play <br />It's a game <br />And the game's over.<br /><br />Patrick Forkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-game-s-over/
