My heart is heavy with disgust
Sick of my obsession with you
So sick I can cuss
It's my own fault
I was going in the game with no way of winning
Just happy to play the game
I disqualified myself from jump
How can I sit the bench, when
I am the star player
and a free agent
Release my heart and
cut me from the team...Playa
Time to be traded
Though my skills are useful
and we make a good team
I am not your number one
GAME OVER
Same comment as for the other poem.
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