Hot potato!

Hot potato!

Who has the hot potato?

Whoever has the hot potato by the end of this song

Will have to treat the burns for at least an hour long!

Hot potato!

Hot potato!

Who has the hot potato?

If you have the hot potato when we finish this chant,

Be ready for the pain in the palm of your hand!

Hot potato!

Hot potato!

Who has the hot potato?

Whoever has the hot potato,

You.

Are.

Out. ...

From a young age

I always thought that

I would be a fashion designer

So I made designs and patterns

I dressed up often and modeled

Then I grew up

The start of my teens

And all I wanted to be

Was a dancer

So I practiced and practiced

I did solos and made my own dance

And then I grew up

Now in my early adulthood

I am surprised to be a poet

Now I write and write

And I write about my p...

i have never been too intrigued by games,

picking up pieces,

moving them spaces,

following rules.

i try to imagine myself doing so without getting frustrated, without simply ushering the board away, clearing the table and trying to forget i started something i cannot finish.

i have never been too intrigued by games and yet i seem to play one everyday.

player one: pick yourself up, throw back yo...

Why do people do bad things

why do they want to hurt

almost like a need to sting

to control their patch of dirt

what caused them to behave this way

was their childhood not colorful

clearly bathed in black and plain gray

sad to think of life being so gullible

it's not fair what life throws at you

is it a game, just a role of the dice

to determine if you win or loose

or to be really nasty...

Truth or dare

Is it true

That you saw her last night

I dare you to tell me the truth

You sink into your seat

As my heart sinks into my chest

You try to hide the truth

But I am going seek it

I felt the knife stab me

As you left our bed

And I feel it twist

As you say two truths and a lie

I wasn’t with her

Bullshit because

I have the cards of

My broken heart

So truth or dare

Dare you to not li...

Cards in hand,

Faces stilled.

Ancient rules

And hardened wills.

Fighting death,

Not by choice.

Lost my breath

Found my voice.

Time is short,

Make your move.

Ticking clock

Time to prove

Who you are,

Where you’ve been,

Where you’ll go

Before the end.

Close your eyes

Breathe it in.

Feel it rise

To the brim.

Victory

Close at hand,

Draw the line

In the sand.

Now it’s time.

Finish him.

End the gam...

Dealt two cards and I’ve got jack.

Hope that the board can cut me some slack.

These cards must be stacked

What kind of sick joke is that?

I’ll just keep my straight face

And try to bet high

Just hoping that nobody can see through my lie.

Just Keep up the bluff.

Don’t show what’s inside.

Only thing that matters is holding back a sigh.

Maybe I’ll fold.

Admit to my mistake.

But then they’ll all kno...

As i walk over to the bench

In my new, shiny cleats

I see the roster

Im playing striker

She’s playing midfield

Your probably wondering “who is “she”?”

Let me describe her

She’s perfect

Like a long day at the beach with your lover

Or a orange sunset on a plane as you fall asleep

Her face is like a picasso masterpiece

Her personality

As vibrant as a wildflower

Her kindness

Better than gandhi...

You give me

butterflies in my

brain…

Isn’t that quaint

yet slightly insane…?

-HMG...

you played on my heart

treated me like a doll

someone to use in your game

you stomped on my feelings

then told me you loved me

it was my fault for believing

love shouldn’t hurt that much

love should be two ways

love shouldn’t be that hard

i knew before i met you

so how did i lose to you

somehow you made me forget

forget i was worth more

forget the final score

me 1 you nothing

i was the final...