The Games We Play

A last minute entry into Writer's Cramp.

Up at three,
or four, or five.
Can't stop, must play,
swords to collect, quests to do
can't wait till tomorrow, has to be now
so much for deadlines.
This quest doesn't work! Nope, don't stop
now, find in on the internet.
Computer crashes! Why won't it work?
It's buggered, that's why.
Wow, so late already...
shit, got a train to catch at 8
tomorrow I'm gonna miss it
but what's this? A gold ring!
You can see, now, around corners,
easy as pie.
Kitchen calls, eating raisins for
lack of bread and jam.
Still playing, playing still,
now I have to pack, pack like the devil is at my
back, rush for the train, butt on seat.
Sweaty. Sigh.
Can I have my life back now? Or will
I be caught in rapture eternal at the screen.
Wrapped in polygons
Fighting, losing.
But writing will help. I hope.


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