too philosophical with my bishop, again
my opponent overwhelms me with his rooks
in football, the term is “obvious pain”
in love, it could be called a “mortal wound”
in war, i guess they call it “checkmate”
it’s a game gentlemen play
gentlemen from Mars
bearing the seal
of the Great State of Confusion
flying the banner of the Order
draw up lines—choose sides
decide what’s right and wrong for the other guy
validate cheating
set rewards for dealing
from the bottom of the deck
now shake hands
act like friends
this game doesn’t concern the peasantry
they’re still peasants
and there are more now than ever
now is a good time for a war
the football season is almost over
murder the pawns, bishops, rooks, and running backs
hang the queen
guillotine her knights in shining armored personnel carriers
draw and quarter the quarterback off in a stretcher
stalemate—shell shocked—reset the board
black or white?