desks sit in rows <br />like prison bars <br />next door a telephone <br />sings hurry songs <br />i watch leaves fall <br />from trees <br />watch dust <br />gather dust <br />on windowpanes <br /> <br />this is life <br />played out with wooden pieces <br />programmed for <br />success <br /> <br />i sell my soul now <br />i sit with stone pawns <br />i move when hands <br />move me <br />i answer <br />the tele- <br />phone <br /> <br />yes devil <br />i've come to sell <br />my soul<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chess-game-life/
