06-25-2013, 04:43 AM
(06-20-2013, 03:11 AM)Zerric Wrote: "Step right up, Ladies and Men,An often wickedly amusing poem. The carnival-hawker voice is magnificent. My one nit would be that the poem isn't overly memorable; a few more rich and unique images would solve that problem, though. All critique is JMHO; thanks for the read
Come one! Come all! Come see!
Let your carnal desire, Is this comma needed?
Burn through like fire,
Let sagacity wait on your greed,
Give up inhibition,
See what you've been missing!
And its free? Oh! I must be insane, When used as an abbreviation of "it is", "its" should have an apostrophe.
There's no discrimination,
Feel only elation,
Come play The Damnation Game..."
"You, Madame, this game is for you!
Step up, now, don't be shy,
I'm not a liar,
watch your deepest desire,
materialize in front of your eyes.
So play at your leisure,
steal other's treasures,
Whatever you want, it is yours,
So how do you get it?
its easy, don't sweat it!
Play The Damnation Game, of course."
"You, Good Sir! Why don't you play?
I see you're not happy with your lot,
You can turn it around,
Be a king! Wear a crown!
Don't give it a second thought, I don't know if this was intentional, but I like the half rhyme between "lot" and "thought".
So come up on stage, sir,
Don't be a stranger,
I can tell we're alike you and I."
"Isn't he a brave man?
So give him a hand,
As he gives The Damnataion Game, a try."
"The rules are few, and really quite simple,
Your desires: deny or accept, at this time?
See I made a bet with a guy,
that most won't deny,
Even if accepting was tantamount to crime.
So give into the sin,
And you'll help me win,
And you will be rewarded as well,
You'll get money and power,
Goddesses for lovers,
But the choice is yours, I won't compel."
"Excellent, since you accepted, there's something I would confess,
Please bear no grudge,
For Life is such,
There's something I negelected to tell,
Heaven's door,
To you is no more,
The Damnation Game ends in Hell."
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe

