A player knows the game, and he does what he must to always win. |
-Masquerade- by Keaton Foster So be it This game The name Escapes The rules Not a clue The players All liars The judges Infinitely more The results Often rigged Slighted To the left Of what’s right When what is right Has come to be correct Least of all Masquerade I’ll play along At least For awhile I’ll take what I can Steal from whom I wish I’ll feel no sorrow Not an ounce of regret Long since Have such things Left me by myself In this world Of playing for fools I’ve become The least foolish of all The other players Easily made to lose Each of them Simply unaware How is that I And not them Will in the end Certainly take it all Masquerade A charade of ideas Laid out bare Naked and abused Righteously indignatious Are those pushing The players of this life To find a way To deal Make bets And take chances They are sending them Flush with meat To the wolves They stand no chance But not I I stand a chance Above all things else I know how to play I understand how And when to use My advantages I let them think They are gonna win So that they bet more And then I take it all Every damn thing Masquerade Long live the game And the winners Who have figured out What it takes to win Above all else… Masquerade Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016. |