Rules race west and east,
north and south, framing panes
of white, green and red,
light blue and orange
(jackpot!).
One lone finger scrambles
the letters, dragging them to
the colors to stockpile
the numbers before you can
(bingo!).
If I tap the teacher and see
his upended headstone
teeth, his square face swallowed
by a psychotic grin, I’m a rock star
(word star!).
But if my best guess is met
with a self-righteous smirk,
I brace myself for the crush
of the coulda,
shoulda,
woulda
(damn!).
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