At Sixes and Sevens

What the dickens!

At sixes and sevens

So dizzy frantically shifting
Black and white pieces
Left, right, retreat, advance
Strategy urges,
HURRY!
Move on,
Swipe the knight
Slap tarty queen
Fuck the fucking king

So vast the board I hesitate
Rules, crumbs

I forgot.

At sixes and sevens.

Where’s the sheet?
Explain, oh yes………

Remember

Don’t get in deep, lower your eyes
Regard your opponent while you smile

Focus, sand man in his eye,
Lower your voice as you tell a few lies
Reel him in, tantalise,
Promise earth, all he can hold,
Brush lips with hesitant sighs
Caressing desperate senses,
Offering wonders of siren devised,
Linger, see his eyes?
Permit little dip to wet appetite,
His mind careens fantasizing, he is

At sixes and sevens

Dripping, throbbing,
He might, just might
Sell his precious soul

Meanwhile,

(Let me look, oh yes the rule book)

Mould man to desired shape, manipulate
Pieces of said brain, now bursting with energy
He splendidly explodes,
HOLD TIGHT!
Look him in the eye,
Oh! To be sure, to be sure,
You hooked him right
Then drop him on the floor.

When he says
“Jeez, what did you do that for?”
Remind him it was he who taught you.