THE GAME
BY R. MIRANDA
I have, tongue in cheek, expressed
“I am a veteran …”
A veteran of the “War on Drugs.”
Which, by the way, is an actual war.
I'm usually met with derision and disdain
from those who actually “served.”
I'm never offended by the comments,
yet I'm sure my comments offend others.
I make no apologies —
not because I feel my words don't bite,
rather, because it would not ring true.
My body wears the scars …
scars from a life lived “in the game.”
Pushing pills, hustling heron, slinging ‘cain …
My body is riddled with bullet holes —
Some from the enemy — “5-0,”
Some from the competition,
yet, the worse from fellow felons,
felons seeking to rid me of my “spoils of war.”
Yes, my war was real.
I bear the marks of proof
and yet my deeds deserve no honor
for my war was called “The Game.” | RM