The Pretend Game Poem by Clarence Williams

I.......can't........ play........this game....with u, called pretend, like were in grade school at the age of ten, and I'm thinking this situation here can drive a person to do something very surprising. Because of u playing with someone emotion, but you get off! ! ! and get a kick out of a person thats interest in you. When you no got *** well deep in your ******* heart! ! ! !  that the feelings is not mutual.  you market the bull **** word(pretend) for your own selfish reason or just for the sake of not loosing him. But  your action speak louder then words. And your playing the Game pretend is for the birds, and I have to fly away  and get out of your face before i ketch a case.  mentally it's  making me sick, and giving me a head ache. When I think the thought of me allowing myself to fall and go thur such  foolishness with U! ! !  because baby I deserve greater then this and U! So stay right in your land of pretend Alice and keep wondering or turn back into Dorothee and have fun in your land called oz, with the tin man and the munchkins. Because the act And your game has come to a end at lease with me pretend friend.