“When I was a kid we used to play a game.” Let the games begin. Let’s mix up hip hop with jazz, funk and classical samples. What you get is: playing games with different genres, or, as some like to call it, experimental hip hop. “I think you know the rules of our game.” Rules? You mean the conventional today’s society-expects-this-and-that-of-you-rules? Those rules? Those useless, irrational and purely based on conformity rules?? “While you be acting macho, I try and switch it up.” Oh. Oh, I see. You mean those games. My bad. “I see the games you play, and the traps you lay.” Yes, those games are indeed very obvious to the average female. “But I let you play them anyway.” That’s life, ain’t it? I do what I do, and you do whatever it is you do. I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do. It’s like society really. “Your world is make-believe.” Bam! Girl power in this dude’s face. Yes… Yes… Any female knows the type of guy you speak of. The I’m-just-gonna-make-this-girl-mine-and-it’s-in-the-bag type of guy. The otherwise useless guy. Take away his charm around women and what’s left is … some unknown guy. “Well now, you’ve been faking the funk since the beginning.” “Faking the funk”. Awesome alliteration there. Gotta use that line in my day-to-day communication with assholes. But okay. That game, you mean. I thought you meant the whole society-faking-democracy-game. Though… if you think about it, you could imagine society as your regular asshole… I mean, they do seem to share the same qualities. Just sayin’.

This flash fiction story was written after being inspired by the song “The Games You Play” by Voice and Wax Tailor.