70 – GameHead

Poem number 70
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GameHead
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My mind is tired, my body’s weak
My throat is far too dry to speak
I need some food, I need some drink
I need some rest as well, I think
And yet I sit here, still-life scene
Staring at the dratted screen
Just rip the damned thing from my hands
Let time restart, let’s make some plans
Addicted, suckered, tethered, lame
Forever there. Just one more game.

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