Games Men Play

Just like a game of chess,
They focus their hearts on the king
Act like they would do this, but do otherwise.
They cajole the surrounding guards
By inceptualising various devices in their brain,
A gang of tongue twisters.

Just like Solomon the twister
Always having a spare in his chess.
They treat you as delicate as the brain
Forever paying homage to the king
And always putting up their guards,
In case of the otherwise.

You always think otherwise
Whereas they are eloquent crafty twisters
Who flatter you in order to pull down your guards,
With a thunderous bang in their chess,
They take down the bishops around the king,
A mischievous laughter erupting in their brain.

Their heads on constant 90 degrees send signals to their brain,
Which makes their thought towards you otherwise.
You feel as if seated on the throne of the king
Being ignorant you are in the den of captivating twisters,
A crack brained used as a tool in the chess,
By reason of stupor, your queen has failed to be guard.

You finally succumb and let down your guard
Which leaves a lucid picture in their brain,
They evacuate you from the chess,
Causing you a regret for acting otherwise.
Your ever closed eyelids flutter open to the twisters,
A slave in the palace of a mere king.

You who once ruled as a king
Now becomes a meager palace guards,
Just for the vain twisting of the twisters,
You wore a shaded, opaque goggles on your brain,
You lose the precious for the otherwise
Hereby losing on the board of a chess.

You are an ex-king without brain,
These men secretly safeguard their Mary from the otherwise
But you fell into the trap of the twisters as a chess in the chess