The Players Poem by Dorsey Baker

Baby I'm playing you
And you are playing me
Baby it's just a game
And we both get played
Baby we are both losing
Nothing is left
of the bet that we made

Baby lets get out
Of this game
While we've still got some time
It was just a mistake that we made
And that ain't no crime

Baby we were just foolish enough
To think
That we would win the game
But we both were
Holding a losing hand
Baby why?
Was that so hard
To understand?