Playing Cheese Poem by Atef Ayadi

playing chess or playing
with someone cheese,
it is a...starting with a d word
what?

a cheesy business,
i mean awful.
see, king survival depends
on three things:
space to move around,
pieces to protect him
and his surrounding and
at the same time check mate.
which means kill your king mate
or inmate in this big jail we all know and
experience, and at last be a king.
how awful?
whatta a waste?
what is about making the queen immortal?
i mean turning chess more funny?
or the sacred piece is the pond,
a night?
a bishop?
it is an absurdity
because it is game
and games are perpetual by nature.
so,
the old me
found
what i always like to do.
i do the sisyphus' game
with no need for gods,
mercury, especially the god--dess veenis, jupiter,
and whatever the f29 the chinese, the joe--wish, the chris--tion, and all the golf region common, uncommon and 'never heard' of deities.
sorry about all
this.
it is just a message
not massage inquiry
for venus,
i do not care for chess
as long as the cheese is
cheap, not organic, and awful.