Blinded Into A Stale Checkmate Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gamed!

Issues they keep,
Are transparently weak.
And superimposed,
With superficiality to give them weight.
So light of mind and purpose.

They would like to think of themselves,
Living in the land of opportunity...
As kings and queens.
But they are attached like pawns.
Rooked and played to remain dazed!

Gamed!

Obvious as if dressed mannequins,
Placed in store front windows to tease passersby.
Only attracting those curious,
Who remark how life-like they appear.

'If only they had light in their eyes.
They could come close to looking 'real'.'

Lame,
Gamed.
And so predictable.
Obvious,
As if dressed mannequins.
And superimposed,
With superficiality to give them weight.

'If only they had light in their eyes.
They could come close to looking 'real'.'

Gamed!

They would like to think of themselves,
Living in the land of opportunity...
As kings and queens.
But they are attached like pawns.
Rooked and played to remain dazed!
To be teased by the sleazers.
Who know how to keep them...
Transparently weak.
And irrelevant.
Easily positioned to trick!

Gamed!
And blinded into a stale checkmate,
Wherever it is they may go!