Life Isn'T A Game Poem by Leonard McGee

HER, with tears flowing,
slurring words like a James Brown jam
She cut into me like a Christmas ham

MF this, and 4 letter that
Get out, and don’t come back
Ears closed, heart froze,
swinging fists, and throwing cloths
Bringing our romantic whirlwind,
to a category 5 kind of end

ME, standing, staring,
as wrong as can be, but still caring
Sorry I got caught,
wondering how I lost all my bearings
Before I opened my mouth,
sting to the jaw,
then a supernova, is what I saw

Placing one hand on her throat
lifting her off her feet
I squeezed tight enough
to put her to sleep
She calmed down, I let go,
turning walking toward the door

Unsure of what that
tomorrow had in store
I glanced over one shoulder
into her eyes of burning flame
Then it accrued to me
that I was not a player,
because life is not a game