Game Over

Silent yet often the gym crows, hardwood classics they say, hung out there to reunite family ties 

Strange fruit crop dust heirs, blood sport u and I, genetically like building DNA

Shot down goals when false webbing enter nets, white picket fences kept the ball in play

We were sent to spend our cents and even within scents we didn't smell change

The ink in my nickels smell mad strange, nine to fives became nine to elevens just to maintain 

Coppers put prices on heads like pennies to have a tale off of a mans name 

No referees or rules just a reluctant audience watching empty possessions like practice 

There are no substitutions and no coaching, no guidelines no emotion, still hunted like hunger games so please focus

Are you satisfied or otherwise, will you not speak up because that's another guy, or lady, are you watching or in the game, will you flight or fight, are you entertaining, being entertained, or just not interested, does the scenes that often play out not bother you or are you in pain, can you sympathize or empathize, do you feel pain or are you numb to it, are you hue-man or immortal, do you have a heart, do you have morals? 

The answers within these questions suggests game over