The Big Cheese
The Big Cheese, all shout, no bite
It went on all through Sunday night
Never resting, ever clambering
Until she would come out as King
Tense, ferocious together in the wicked throws
Playing nicely but always checking her foes
Pouncing like a rabid dog, finger-pointing
In your direction, coffee spilling over the cards, anointing
Them with splashes of black engine fuel
Fill your nose with unexpected gruel
Knowing you won’t make it with her in the room
Coffeemaker sounds ringing with a boom
The old lady cuts the deck and says “You’re a loon.”
Shuffling while singing her old ugly tune
Drawing you deeper into her dramatic ruse
Distracting, making you more loose
Then she has you in her little hook
As she deals them out happily in her little nook
Her own little tune giving you a run for your cash
Before the whole scene comes together in a big crash
You play swift and brilliantly
But she lets it play out willingly
Passively gutting you with her…
