Delano T. Jarrett
The Multifaceted Creator
I played this game where the main character is young and weak
And he’s crying in his room with some wounds on his cheeks
I played this game with the soundtrack of a child crying for help
While a large evil man chased him with a big leather belt
I played this game with a hub of water and salt
And I’m always losing even when it’s not my fault
I played this game with a shaky controller
Is it fear or osteoporosis taking over
I played this game that my breath really seems to hate
Because every time I play I seem to hyperventilate
I played this game for days, months and years
I played this game while others laughed and the others chugged beers
I played this game with a boss who loves power
And I can’t attack him ’cuz my only move is cower
I’m playing this game while he continues to batter me. Stupid me.
Someone tell me why I should keep
putting in batteries
My enemies play this game and they do so well
I dwell on fallen knees on…
why my couch smells
and my headset rings bells
and every hacker that I meet is never willing to help
Is this hell,
Is this really earth?
Everyday life tells me to contradict birth.
But to contradict life I must stop playing
Which my sane mind wants to do but also knows is insane
For what if one day I win.
I got this hope code written in
And I can’t stop listening
To optimistic whispering
And I’ll keep playing
Until my thumbs are chafing
Until I stop leveling
And the boss is complaining
Why am I still going?
My resolve should be withering
All this time I’ve been slithering
Just trying to win
But I keep going
What makes me keep going
Why won’t I stop moving
Just stay stationary!
With this world, no game is too scary
This NPC is very good at reducing my HP
I just want to win and be happy…
I don’t want to play…
End Game.
