The Evil Game Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

it is such a shame that an evil game is played between us all
the tall the short the fat the thin those who end up in the luny bin
death smiles on us and grins
him or her on them I would confer a blessing and a curse
that when we're born we are suddenly torn from those whom we most love
we spiral down without a sound then find ourselves buried six foot beneath the ground
if you live and prosper its just as sad you'll end leaving everything you had
the evil game will not quit no not until your dead you might as well end it now and put a bullet through your head