“Love” A Game 
Invaded My Untrained Players 
Bunch Of Amateurs Spoiling The Fun 
The Wack Fashion Slayers 
Misleading The Sun
Blinding Sights To Hot Killer Bodies 
Speaking Of Inner Beauty Consoling Zombies
If I Were A Coach I’d Have side-line All The Wannabees
Love Was Never Meant For Bees
Buzzing And Mumbling, Mostly Fumbling
Something Doggy Here, They Barg Without Teeth 
Claiming It’s Prefered For The Glit
But Ask me how We Separate Biting And Sucking For The Sake Of Climax
The Eve Generation Is Fascinated By More Sophisticated Adams
If You Know Not The Rules Of The Game 
Surrender Defeat Or Call Your Disqualification A Deceit 
“Love” A Game 
Great Players Are Never About Fame