He draws a card and I hope:
Anything but a 3.
Sure enough, he draws a 3.
Both of us.
Him, because he's losing.
Me, because I'm winning,
And now I have to decide
Whether to play to win or play to lose.
He needs to practice losing
But I can see his temper unraveling.
Games were never so complicated
When I was playing them for fun
And not for a child's character.
~ Tamary Shoemaker
(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write an unlucky poem.)