Game Over (a Fibonacci poem)




“A game?”

“Play a game?”

“I’ll so flip your table.”

“You think you are some hot damn player.”

“There is no way to win with me.  You should have given up.”

“Instead it’s game over.”  With that she pulled the trigger, ending his life.  Too bad it wasn’t enough experience to level.

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