tit for tat

I’m so fucking sick of
playing this game. I thought
we were finally somewhat
even. and then you went
and played your hidden
hand, the ace
up your sleeve; made
the same old boring,
stupid move. well,
you got my attention, just
enough to make me
make a play in sheer
self-defense.

here’s the thing:
even a beggar can play
chess with the queen.
but the queen
can have the beggar
thrown in jail
when she’s sick
of their game.
not because he’s won.
because she’s done
playing.

welp, have fun
in your self-imposed prison.
is death by taunting
your guards starting
to look at all attractive?

Published by

R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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