Poetry Visualized

ENDGAME

I try not staring at the guy who stares at me all day. These cubicles get stale. I keep out of our company's affairs. One sight of HER, we all turn pale. Can't even look back at the boss, I'm told. I see them shifting past, some bounding stud or biased holy, rookies buffed and bold. Not work, it's war. They're out for blood. They say they'll treat me royal if I make it through the ranks. Across, the other team's new guy, the rumor says, is out to take my spot. I ask, "Who sets up these extremes? Who moves the mover of us pawns?" Next I expect to hear “The queen is dead, the king's been checked!” Add a caption ENDGAME I try not staring at the guy who stares at me all day. These cubicles get stale. I keep out of our company's affairs. One sight of HER, we all turn pale. Can't even look back at the boss, I'm told. I see them shifting past, some bounding stud or biased holy, rookies buffed and bold. Not work, it's war. They're out for blood. They say they'll treat me royal if I make it through the ranks. Across, the other team's new guy, the rumor says, is out to take my spot. I ask, "Who sets up these extremes? Who moves the mover of us pawns?" Next I expect to hear “The queen is dead, the king's been checked!”