The Queen’s Gambit
There are foolish fools
Who play on my kindness
I have been pouring
Into the overfilled cups
That their grimy hands
Have held out for me
Waiting….and waiting
Like the succubus, swine
That they all are
For far too long
What they don’t know
Is while they think
Their other hand is sly
It’s already been cut off
With the butcher knife
They bountifully offered me
Royalty knows you always
Feed the hungry
Spare the Poor