Not Just A Pawn Poem by Chris Leermakers

Not Just A Pawn



There she goes
she's left us now
watch her nose
then watch me how
I unravel her mind
break all the shields
what things can I find
then see what yields
I possess the power
to expose her real plans
right within the hour
right from the beginning
but that is not always the case
can you really
recognise her true face?

Well in this lifetime
I'm pointing at the wine
she can play her game
for I am just a pawn?
she's the power of the queen
just like a newborn

The go is
Hell, I don't know
It's starting to fiz
now watch me go
my blood starts to boil
my mind gets ahead
like in burning in oil
at least for now
just watch me how
I eat the cow
hey, like wow

Triumphs big
triumphs small
big or small
I'll eat them all
not just a pawn
no, remeber that phone call?
my hunger's gone now
I begin to itch
watch the curse
of the nasty bitch

Saturday, April 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Chris Leermakers

Chris Leermakers

Melbourne, Australia
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