Double Tanka Pokémon Poem
Bitter is the boy,
Who traded Pokémon cards,
For the next mans dream,
Worthless paper promises,
Which bring him no warmth inside,
~
Years increase value,
Some seek that which gave them joy,
Whilst collectors laugh,
Becoming Pocket Monsters -
Life is a trading card game.
Poem by © Darius the Mate
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