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63. Labyrinth

Slouched on a dishevelled sofa
Cheese bits in one hand, pop in the other
The world is but a dazzle of incoherence
Head is deaf to the words of my mother

Like a shot of whiskey, video games bring me joy
In fact I could be game drunk for days
As my technique is developed, I know I can improve
And enhance the scoreboard and number of plays

The gore and surrealism in front of my eyes
Is too riveting for one to resist
If a black-out were to occur ever again,
My game console would most certainly be missed

Game controllers are my greatest ecstasy
Without them my heart would not be complete
I agree that tootsie rolls are delightful
But shooting virtual creatures is five times as sweet

As I am lost in a labyrinth of the gaming world
Reality seems to be unreachable and impossible to attain
Eyelids are heavy and thumbs tender and raw
Halo overdose; brain cells deteriorating, going insane

If only life were a video game in itself
All choices would be simple as pie
Because in the virtual world, emotions are nonexistent
But in reality, we love and we die

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  1. MycoNovember 28, 2010 at 1:09 AM

    As a Halo player, I confirm truthfulness of this poem.

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