Playing Chess With the Grim Reaper
He gives me that smile, mowing down my pawns
All in one swell swipe
With his giant Grim Reaper paw.
What the HELL?
I am angry.
That is not how you PLAY Chess you Tritebuggler!
He laughs
His teeth are yellow and dirty.
It’s 2020, he informs me.
I play any way I want.
What are you going to do about it?
I take my king and punch his queen into the chess board.
I start smashing her face in with the king.
I smash her until she is obliterated.
Then I begin to attack his King.
The Grim Reaper yelps.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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