The Scepter of Bonkers
Your mind and your heart will go zonkers
if you’re not awesome enough to hold the Scepter of Bonkers
Memories and portents so young and so old
will realise the fantasy you were foretold
Even if you retrieve the bygone name of the game
You and the game, will be the same and not the same
Make every move so glistening and bold
When you win the game the Scepter of Bonkers you will hold
What jagged and bright memorials can we retain?
Memories are the fractured moments that remain
The Scepter of Bonkers can light your board room game decayed brain
Assemblage and reconstruction of our past is our present future bulleting train
Atomic page outrage age burning extra stage of a board game sage
filling a soon to be forgotten digital page
Bonkers is/was a board game
The scepter was something we made only to be held by the victor of the game
Victory brought fame
Losing brought shame
Isn’t this ending lame?
Yours in poetry about old board games,
Count Robot
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