Real Life Chess

Some would say my life is a mess,

But they don’t know,

that I’m playing chess.

And although freedom is nice,

It doesn’t come,

without sacrifice.

My opening move,

Is finding the groove,

Than I developed the skills,

That gives tyrants the chills.

Satoshi’s my guide,

While I move like a knight,

Dodging the banksters in black,

While I plan my attack.

Pawn checks King,

Then rook takes pawn,

Another wise rabbit appears at the spawn.

As kings, queens and bishops fight for the center of attention,

One pawn has come trough,

with a genius invention,

That changes the structure of the current convention,

And propels us forward into another dimension.

This invention transformed the board from Chess into Go.

Please enter the realm of the eternal flow.

Now hierarchies crumble,

And as I watch the cunts

of the black army stumble,

I look for the signal within all the scrumble,

the eternal pulse says:

"Stack sats and stay humble."

With the endgame in sight,

we switch black to white.

We follow the light,

We trust our might.

Then we meet our queen,

Feel suddenly seen,

And gracefully live,

in the between.

It might be Go it might be Chess,

But one thing is certain,

It’s a beautiful mess.