Checkmate Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'D-minished! '

Plummeted is more appropriate.
Like a vanishing of prerequisites.
A total convening of mindlessness applied.
A substitution for common sense...
With no jurisdiction for the application of thought.
A total disregard for humanity.
A total acceptance of deception.
And a total...

'Checkmate!
You want to play another game?
Or have you run out of strategies?
Since none is working.
Has worked...
Or seem can work! '

Please!
Set up the board.
You're just lucky that's all!

'Oh no.
You lost...
Again.
You set up.
Unless you intend to bring something,
You had not brought before? '

Like what?

'Less BS and a technique for winning! '

I don't have to go through all of that.
I am going to the seminary to become a politician.
I'll charm my way to get what I want.

'That may be true.
But whatever you do.
Have done.
Or will attempt to do to get done.
Ain't helping you at all here!
Your move.'