humor poetry about playing a "game" that was a simulation/demo |
Pinball Wizard, I once was, just for my enjoyment Now as I held the space bar down for deployment Listening to the bells that rang as my heart sang Sans quarter slot, to rob my change... Waves of nostalgia rippled through my being Endorphins released with each flipper I was keying Bling blang, cling clang, cha ching, botta bing Boop, bap, clip clap, hmmm...what's wrong with this thing? Woo Hoo! I'm still damn good, I smugly surmised Certainly you're no match---to launch one, I advised Pang a lang, ding a ling, blippety blop---pop, pop, pop! Dang! Almost two million, I'm on a roll! Can't stop! Suddenly, it dawned on me, my skill might kill my fun... How could it be over, when the fun had just begun? Finally launch two arrived, through no fault of mine Yeah! Call me Queen Ball Wizard, that'll be just fine Why do the flippers only flip when the ball rolls by? Three million plus, damn, I'm good, and didn't even try Perplexed, ten games later, my talent down the drain Flippers flapping in the wind time and time again When suddenly it dawned on me---Miss Queen Space Cadet That on my big pinball debut, I wasn't playing yet! I chuckled loudly, knowing now, it was just a simulation Imaginary skill to thrill, wrapped up in mental aberration... |