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Writer's pictureAnisha & Joel ~ A&J

The Frowntain series Part 1. "King of Pawns"


Hysterical defrocking of CP - Mission Pork in the Fan!


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How to use the limited range of a tyrannical King against himself.


The tyrant of your life has weaknesses, limitations, holes in the flask. He has his brittle spots that he seeks to conceal.

A power crazy, irrational, megalomaniacal tyrant fears insurrection, cause deep down he knows he’s a cocky knucklehead asking for a beating.


So, in his deep insatiable appetite for power, he doesn’t develop leaders who contradict or could potentially pose a threat to his monarchy.


What he does is… Develops Pawns. One more Ponzi than another.

The most laughable pawns feign the identity of a king on this chessboard of life, but this facade is asking for a shattering post the oppression.


So I derived a fix for the fixed systemic matrix of this ponzi game of chess.


Don’t play it. Don’t join ANY rubbish king with his limited range and his array of pawns.

They’ll entangle themselves in the steps, protocols and manuals they’ve designed to restrict others, but in a comedy of errors bound themselves by.


Exhibit:


Shape shift into whatever coin you want, whenever you want and eliminate all coins when it’s not even your turn, not the squares in your range, but perfectly potently legal and


Introduce a new coin…


Called:


1. Entropy
2. Glitch
3. Disruption

Shapeshift into any of these at your whim, post keeping a moral code, housing basic moral fiber and keep slaying these other Ponzi kings and their Master King with the heart beating like a pawn.


Break the Chess Board, light it on fire, feed it to a school of rats. I don’t know. It’s a Chess board of Hypocrisy, lies, oppression and deceit.


 

King of Pawns
// poetry

King for a Pawn
Convulsing like a prawn
Little blunt pencil like sword
Calls itself the undisputed “Don”

No immortal kingdom ever born,
The one’s that thought so are gone;
There used to be a world conqueror’s splendorous garden,
Now it’s the parched and demented part of the lawn.

Like a blaring of the horn
This hypocritical "King of Pawns"
I can’t hear this same rubbish sermon again
In deathly ways, tired Joel Yawns.

Conformity a symptom
Of mediocrity in my eyes.
Chess the eternal game of the conformist,
Over it the coin of Entropy flies.

The King of the Pawn dies
Like a curled prawn he lies
This prawn was acting like a shark
Not everyone can handle power highs.

Snorkeling with sharks
I love the thrill of life
Face to face with death
Among many, My Pen is my sharpest Knife.


 

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