THE GAME

For more and more, not content with the role
See too ones snake eyes a diamond backed with the soul
Luck withdraws yet still let tow bring one to heel...
slowly shred all layers of dignity, rue letting go the wheel  
Steered by a fool’s goal of a journey that careered...
ahead to no future found, left behind how one was reared
Status called into question an end via the cull luring green
Worthless colour to die for... dyed paper held in esteem