The limbo → Poem by macaskhann

The interesting thing about the limbo,
Is it’s not a solo game,
Once you manoeuvre under the run
Someone encourages you lower again.

And knowing the pole didn’t break you,
And it’s all just fun and games,
You tilt your head and arch your back,
And slide under without shame.

But have you ever stopped to wonder,
why you seem surrounded by such fun,

Yet everyone else is spectators
and your under the final run.

I think playing the limbo,
Is a game you’ll never win;
Because there’s always somewhere lower to go,
And there’s always a new sin

The limbo