Video Games
Are they tame?
Our children who were sweet
Become anxious,
Stressed,
Obnoxious,
Controlled,
And upset
When they can't figure out the next frame.
They'll throw controllers, yell
And kick things as if under a spell.
In a blur they'll go to the internet
Looking for cheats
That let
Them beat
The boss to prove their fame.
God help the person who should delete
Or maim
An unfinished video game.
No one dare touches for everyone knows their
LIFE will be over if anyone should mutter a name.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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