Ann-Marie Spittle


My life was a shooting gallery
And I the metal duck
That spun on a disc
As others took pot shots
Knocking me down
Then waiting in ambush
To hit me again

That, I could face
With strong back
And hard heart
Until the Vatican arrived
Paying for their God, a spoilt child
And gave him free reign

He fired at my prizes
Until all were smashed
The Stall Owner smiled
Counting his wad

So I decided to change
And become part of a Video Game
Where though I lose in the day
I am rebooted the next
Allowed to start again
With new choices
From the Great Controller