No poem, please

No poem, please. I can’t today.
My mind is pizza-cut between
My shuffled Jigsaw family,
My Snakes and Ladders sanity,
My Jenga ego tottering,
My shaky choices Carroming,
My Two-Eight hand of confidence,
My Origami common sense.
Today, my tryst with poetry
Is Mentos-cola rocketry.

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