Torpedo the Soul

Lock on,

ready, aim, fire!

Sonar cries ping, ping, ping.

The anomaly is not a liar.

There’s one-way to defeat.

Destroy each other’s fleet.

Go ahead and guess my number—you think won the goal,

that’s when a torpedo explodes your soul.

Think again. No more chances.

This ain’t no cheap board game. No plastic parts. No rules.

Salty tears drip, drip, drip.

“Ha, you miss!”

My turn to sink your only battleship.

Author: FlyTrapMan

I have no idea what I'm doing.

17 thoughts

    1. I totally forgot about Life…I was never any good at that game. Shame on me. We owned the ‘Star Wars Edition’ Monopoly game. I’m not sure if that particular version of the game is still around.

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      1. The game pretty much disintegrated. We were never able to keep all the pieces together. I don’t think we still own any of our old board games. I’m sure a complete edition would be worth a few bucks.

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  1. I’ve had a torpedo detonated straight into my soul.
    Guts don’t explode all over the place, but the blast is excruciating anyway.
    Isn’t that what people do to each other —
    Lock onto the coordinates, squeeze the trigger, and fire away?

    Superb poem! It triggered memories…

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    1. That commercial kicks ass. I used to always say “miss” when my opponent tried guessing where I placed my fleet, just to see how long it took them to realize I was lying. I mean…it’s a game of strategy, right?

      Gotta watch out for soul-seeking torpedos. Ouch.

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