A Solitaire Man Poem by Matt Mondschein

Excuse me, my friend
I did'nt mean to pull you out of that chair
ruining your preciuos game, of solitare

you have a job to do
just like us
there's nothing else to discuss

you can play
till your hearts desire, on your break,
a king of diamonds you must forsake

I know you have a hot hand
I know it's on fire
yet, I must take this stand

so get out of that chair
make us all aware
you really do care
quit that freakin' game of
solitaire