Going Berserk Over a Playstation 3

(This is a fictional poem) I stood in a long line at Wal-mart to get a Playstation 3. But they sold out and something snapped in me. I started smashing everything around. I darn nearly brought the entire store down. I broke all of their cups and I smashed every dish. Then I took a bat and smashed the tanks with the fish. Going berserk wasn't a good decision that I chose. A salesclerk told me to stop and I shoved a goldfish up his nose. I smashed all of their DVD players and every TV. The cops were on their way to arrest me. When the police arrived, they knocked me to the floor. They beat me with their sticks and I sure am sore. Now I'll be in jail for five years. If I hadn't gone crazy, I wouldn't be here.