This is my post for #freewriters Saturday hosted by 
prompts
be a good citizen
longing for a cigarette
tournament
old snob
everything is settled
you are human after all
Bam, Bam, Bam, give them all up. Mom, who are you talking to? I am talking to this dog, bam, bam, bam. Mom, why are you hitting the dog on the head? Listen, there is a tournament today and this old snob of a dog is part of it. Mom, this explains nothing.
Let me try to put it another way.
The dog sleeps most of the time, but when you see it standing and spinning circles, you have to hit it on the head. It is what you do. You see, to be a good citizen you need to grow a garden and share your crop with others. When all your cards are laid, you have to keep the mice in check, you feed them the cheese and when you run out of cheese they will leave, but then the frogs move in jumping from the lily pads. You look at their fat little legs and think, if I had some flour and a pan of hot grease, you would not bother me anymore.
Once you get rid of the frogs and the mice have left, here comes the squirrels each can hold 6 nuts. They do not wish for more because they never come back, and you think you have it made. Now spiders, I hate spiders but I have to deal with them, I guess they are here to stay. And if I get rid of the spiders something worse might show up. I hope everything is settled for you.
No, not really, Mom. Honey, it is just a game, don't let it bother you so much. There is a difference between playing a game and reality. But I must confess, after playing, it does leave me longing for a cigarette.
Mom, you are human after all.
photo is mine