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
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 eyes
Serpent-like as you go for the big prize
Quiet and still, she puts down her lay
Finding little to use, she throws one away
Suddenly, realizing that you’re all in cahoots
Restlessly, flipping through all the possible suits
Finding one, she cleverly licks her lips
Weaving through like a python she slips
Into your psyche, taunting, wagging her finger
Slowly, masterfully laughing, it will linger
And then when her opponent is dejected
She pounces, a lioness, filling you with her injection
Of loud shouts and thrills, she seizes the game
Never letting you win, never even allowing you
To wallow in your shame
She won’t let it, she won’t have it, she will barge,
Always letting you know who’s in charge,
“Shit, or get off the pot,” she sees,
letting you know
Who’s Chief, the Bald Eagle, the Big Cheese