chess

There's nothing fun about this, 

You have in me

A Mechanical Turk to play

Because you control the crank

And every time I try to have a pulse

Reach out with something more warm

It falls on a tin ear

So I stop. Quit. Stop. Quit. Stop. 

Wait.

Watch for signs of life and seethe

A day, two days, three, and you start it again

and again

and again

and again

So much fun for you