I look into this never-ending sun
Left, right, right, left, the score climbing higher.
Then, suddenly the sun ends its cold fun,
and we look at our life it seems so dire.

Days and weeks slaughtered by the LED.
No love life, no friends, no freedom.
Just a window, what the screen lets me see.
I live in a poorly crafted kingdom.

Look before you, at this husk of a man.
He had such potential, he had a plan.

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Damn, I can relate to some of this. :P

I take a drink
And then I think
I'm not alone
But still on the brink
Of insanity
In calamity
Flashing lights
A gun blast sounds
It keeps me sane
It keeps me bound
I sip again
And take another shot
I sit again
And get shot a lot
You all might
Think it's lame
But I love my vodka
And my video games

They say it's just a video game
I'll get over it in time
It wastes money and electricity
And it destroys my eyes

They say that I'm too old for this
I should know a lot better
Than to be hooked on this game
No matter the weather

I don't have 20-20
Because of this game
But I love it too much
For it to take the blame

I think we'll get married
And have many children
I know exactly
What I'll name them...

X Box, Nintendo, 64,
Wii, PSP, Play station, and More
Game boy Advance, Windows XP,
Less for you and more for me!

If it wasn't for them, I'd go ballistic
I'd just have memory cards with nothing in them
My mouse is screaming from constant abuse
But if it wasn't for video games, what's the use?

I think I need to get some rest
It probably is for the very best
But no matter what I do, or what I say
Please don't take my games away!

I love them to death, I honestly do
I hope you don't also, or I might have to prove
I'm a better lover of video games
After all, my babies have their names!

Back in the day, When I was a lad,
To the shops we would go, me, mum & dad,
Mum would say something, like 'how has school been',
But me and dad, where nowhere to be seen,

For we'd be off, to the little game shop,
To oh so obviously, pick up another flop,
For back in the day, there was no internet,
To tell us which commodore, game we should get,

So we went on the artwork, and my dads intuition,
And pray he'd pick another winner, like 'impossible mission',
But alas this was, never meant to be,
As he'd pick out some tat, he paid with 50p,

Yet we would rush home, and get so excited,
Hoping this was the game, to make us delighted,
'One bite too deep', now this sounds good,
Followed by dad screaming, words that we're rude,

Yes it sucked sometimes, back in the day,
But when you got a good one, that all went away,
And now i've great memories, of dad and me,
Plus he taught me lots of good profanity,

Darn I should make it more clear that it's my curator page that has the poetry.

It's fine, I can think of worse things I could have done with that 30 seconds. :)