Poetry

Game Girl

written by: cliche

Not a part of my anatomy,
Slack part nor fat of me,
True part plus that of me,
Prepare my eyes for that I see.
The vision there before me, re-enacting that story,
Surely would awaken my His-tor-y poorly.
Poor Me. Surrounded by all that pain and gore, me?
Enthralled me, with tales, the lies, disguise, folklore, me?
Deceived by the wise, the noble, the Princes, Ace, Jacks, the four Queens.
Life's a Pack of Cards but the Tricks to be the Joker.
Never Call my Bluff, my life's a game of Poker.
Hit because I dare to wish I had that Full House,
Whereas lonliness overpowers and freezes fuckers out.

I roll this dice day in and out, yet I still can't decide what the rules about.
Catch two sixes. And so I Go Directly To Jail.
I wasn't designed to fail thus flipping for fate's like Heads or Tails.
I make out the Mouse Trap before me,
I see them rats that fell before me,
Tails to the floor, got caught before me,
Sailed out before me, employed and taught me, never got caught.
Me? I saw them topple right over, watched over shoulder,
Dawgs grew older,
Mentality pushed further, spirit grow colder.
The bold Hangman, suspended solo.

Low Blows? Yeah...
But Gaming can be fun though. Yuh dunn know.
I'm on the track to number one, trust.
Dussin' through Special Stage to Sky Chase,
No time to watch face, just click it and save.
From 16bit to Mb,
Memories ancient like the Genesis, Master the System and take the piss.
From Cartridge to Cd, that Old Skool mentality.

Live Long,
Work Hard,
Act Wise,
Lock Spies.

Flick Forward to future, Players pick Control Pad One.
Pick a persona, pick a skill, pick a move and have fun.
When they say Jump, bitches jump high,
Tell their lifestory, times that they've cried.
Player Two, pick and choose,
Pick and use or abuse, it's up to you, or up to her or up to them.
Or maybe a nation, wrapped up. Feeble conversation.
Maybe some minor Textual persuasion, explanation no longer required,
As long as both parties share the desire in the game and take the blame.
Then I guess it's okay?

But when the Ex, who I'd been running round in Circles with,
Acting out this love Triangle,
Mistakes my rage for denial, acting Square like I care.
Playing games like I'm a Playstation 3, all of them Cheats that failed on me,
Online Walkthroughs ain't easy. Just like me, unlike she. Still.
Blue Ray was made just like me, unique,
You can't tweek a disk without the risk, without the Dual Shock.
I stand stock still, I am that rock that held it down.
But he just can't see, there R1, R2 reasons to move on,
Especially since I Left 1ce, Left 2ice, buttons I pressed to end the stress.

There's nothing more or nothing left but the Base Unit from which we started,
Dearly beloved, it's time that I departed.
Booked my flight on the Tornado,
Landing on Sky Base Zone today though.

Yeah I believe in fate, and I believe in hate,
But I still believe in Wait,
I believe in you, I believe that Karma creates fresh things anew.
Now believe in me and set your heart free.
Come, let's see the world, us, we.
An intelligent player can win me.
Strategise Moves and maybe I'll King Thee.