In Flight Poem

I was told once that
life is a game.
A game of lies, deceit
and ass kissing.
I've thrown aside this
boring, repetitive, anal game
and decided my game is
Twister.
A game of entangled limbs,
thoughts, emotions—spread
out on a multi-colored, polka dotted
plastic body sized placemat
that can be wiped up easily
with a wet sponge.