Console Reality
Through putrid post apocalyptic wastelands
I wander gun in hand
prepared to annihilate those critters
who dare to cross my path
then I press the pause button
and sip from my china cup
thankful that life isn't like
my console reality
whilst I flick through the channels
on my flatscreen TV
Game break over
back to fighting bad guys
in a pixelated land
I let off a round
a-tat-a-tat-tat
It kind of looks familiar
like an item on the news
but I know my mind's just playing tricks
Real life is bliss
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