R-EMOTE


We all want a little fame,

A bigger name, some easy shame.

We’re looking for that perfect game

You win before you play.



Time to jump the great divide,

Get the deal, a faster ride.

Time to seek before you hide and

Maybe rig the game.



There you go; you’re head of class.

Skip the mirror, lick the glass.

Buy the horse and act the ass,

Just to play the game.



Who’s the faucet; who’s the sink?

Where’s the middle; what’s the brink?

Never speak before you think,

Or pay to play the game.



Who’s the prom queen, where’s the float?

Who’s the teacher, who’s the goat?

Who’s receiver, who’s remote?

Who can name the game?