Ps3 Blues

And so once again I do return To my qwerty lover For free verse all about my woes And how is this another Sleepness night in my bedroom For thinking about my boy His PS3 and favourite game Tonight he did destroy I heard the slam I felt the vibe From 20ft from me I’m so relieved my windows stayed Unbroken from flying TV A smart young man And handsome too At fifteen, 5ft 10 But if hear such more uproar His sorry **** wont touch the floor And so I do appeal to you Friends across the web Does anyone want my son To live with you instead?

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David Welch

Date: 2/26/2009 10:22:00 AM

That sounds just like my mom when I was that age, wow you sure nailed the right emotions.

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 2/12/2009 5:22:00 AM

Ouch..15, not the easiest age.:) I'm not sure who it's the hardest on; the child, or the adult? Wonderfully composed verse..t'will certainly touch the hearts and minds of many. Takes a while for kids to grow into their growth spurts...but anyhow, what's all the rush? A few dozen grey hairs later, all should run smoothly.:) Great verse, certainly one that many can identify with! Blessings to you and yours...Mikki:)