The Game of Life
(the card version)
is 52–
you pick up more
or less
cards
(sometimes, too)
(depending how you play)
and perforce
arrange them by suits.
Birthday Suit
is freshest.
The hearts & love suit,
because…babies
(who doesn’t love a baby)
an up-all-night pastime
with in-your-face cards
stamped by cake
(whatever’s left)
candles,
dangly bits,
and
me-me-me
(me)
–the magic meld
that wins the hand.
Suit Yourself
is closely related
–the other red suit—
which appearance
(in the game)
could be marked by diamonds
(conflicted or otherwise)
friendship bracelets,
matching polos,
or promise-I’ll –buy-it-later
rings
–the strong of this suit
all about
you-you-you
(you)
Monkey Suits
follow
(suit)
a disproportionate sequence
of uniform,
office wear,
and ties-on-top
Zoom apparel
that goes on and on
(and on)
and so on
its paycheck-based
clubs
mandating dues
for the best part of this go’round
–as boring as War
and practically
lifelong
Good thing, then,
Suits of Armor
can also be drawn
–or purchased on Amazon
with iffy second-day delivery options—
since at this point
in life’s game
–you better have won–
outerwear to
trump
the luck or misfortune
of your draw
a blinded amalgamation of
all that’s come before
–piled high and brought to the table
(courtesy of)
me-you
hymns & hearse
–along with
pencil
(to keep score)
and spade.
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