I Write Poems

Your eagerness to move in on my queen is making you very sloppy.
I’m already five moves ahead, each look gives away your next move, you think I'm too gullible to understand but you can’t hide the look in your eyes with that phoney smile, and pretend to be nice.
I've seen it from others a thousand times before.
Its not unique you’re being naïve thinking your motives are not transparent. You're acting like a spoilt child in a supermarket.
Why don’t you be yourself and be honest with people, you might find your own queen to protect and understand what its like to be in the mental chess game from my angle.
By
Eddie Mulqueen