Ten-Year-Old Me And Thirty-Year-Old Me Have The Same Complaints

My parents said that trading card games

Weren’t good for my education

But as I grow advanced in age

I deny that proclamation

Because working for days on a perfect deck

And bringing it to play with strangers

Only to get wiped out by $1,000 carboard

Is a lesson in capitalist dangers.

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