I’m going out a loser. This I know. The checkmate I envisioned didn’t work. Yes, I was confident – a while ago. I’m going out a loser: this I know. The logic of the game is sure, though slow. It doesn’t help if pieces go berserk. I’m going out a loser. This I know. The checkmate I envisioned didn’t work.
Washington moves its European pawns. Putin has castled, bringing rooks to bear. Is there true safety on suburban lawns? Washington moves its European pawns. Zelensky frowns. Our class of pundits fawns. To face reality we do not care. Washington moves its European pawns. Putin has castled, bringing rooks to bear.
In younger days, I did at times view porn. It wasn’t as available back then. Grown older, I regard my past with scorn, Condemn my former self, and say amen. Nowadays, though, I find myself again Addicted to those 64 rich squares On which a fixed variety of men Clash cleverly for any brain that cares. The beauty of the queen earns shameless stares. She’s dominant, yet under my control. Bishops and knights and rooks, in ordered pairs, Will sacrifice themselves to reach the goal Of checkmate, abstract glory in the nude, Better than any ass that eyes have viewed.
Chessmaster Anna Rudolf has a dream,
Maria. Yes, she longs to look like you,
Achieving beauty’s uttermost extreme
And making femininity anew.
To score this win, there’s nothing she won’t do.
A thousand times, she’d throw away her queen
As if she didn’t have a slender clue
Over the board when geniuses convene.
It’s not enough to be a chess machine.
She wants to join the costumed goddess crowd—
A crowd of one when you have made the scene.
She might as well be howling it aloud.
Will gods of good looks ever answer yes?
Not a chance – but she plays exquisite chess.
How could they stop the son of Zeus Ammon?
A god can overcome all opposition
Except from other gods. Mere superstition?
No, lad: it is a verity long known
And proven in this instance. With a groan,
Mere mortal potentates beheld his mission
Fulfilled in fulmination, not attrition.
His fiery passage unmade realms of stone.
This was a king to capture every pawn
And lord it over every rook that fell
Athwart his path. But then, in Babylon,
On his way to enlighten and compel
The West, he reached some limit and was gone.
What god defeated him we cannot tell.