What’s your problem?
You started it
It was all you
You and your family!
Your son playing his music too loud
Your son throwing his butt ends into our garden
Your son having his xbox so loud that it felt like a warzone
Your son with his not so funny racist comments
Your partner phoning the council
Your partner for phoning Health and Safety
Your partner for phoning 101
What for?
We’ve done nothing wrong!
We have the report to prove it!
So get a grip!
Kamca you are so beautiful. I see you and everything is paradise. for me you are perfection
I love you Kami. Today is Jesus Second Birthday.
Thank you for always being a rock in my life.
When I lost my dad right after I had lost your friendship it was like I was so lost
Jesus you are always with me
I have you Photo Lord on my Xbox and my Facebook account
Jesus you created her Kami and with her you have made perfection in my eyes
I know to the world she is not perfection but when I see her Lord I see you in her eyes
Kami your newest photo with your dad you look even more beautiful than I ever imagined a human could look. You look supernaturally beautiful to me.
when I was hanging out with Jesus recently he gave me so much peace. can you imagine Lord Jesus hanging out with me in my dreams I am just Patrick from Chicago you know.
I Love you Kami, I love you Jesus, I love everyone in Kami's world. Please Jesus bless us all forgive us all especially Bless Kami and her family and everyone she loves forever amen.
I soar above the heavens, now,
yet still I feel so sad, somehow.
For as I'm gazing down at earth,
I fear mankind has lost his worth—
Our planet looks so blue from here,
the skies are cloudy, dark and unclear.
I'll shed a tear, one single drop,
cover heartaches, pray it will stop.
My spirit has left its mortal shell.
I'm bound for heaven, maybe hell?
I won't be here to see the pain,
humanity's crying falls like rain.
Kids stay in, they miss so much fun,
before they know it, summer's done,
all that sunshine just gone to waste,
Xbox and Wii are more their tastes.
People don't trust strangers anymore,
they cower in fear behind closed doors.
Old man on the road, they'll surely pass.
Assessments have never been so crass.
Homeless lie dying and cold in the street,
babies with not enough food to eat,
children with mom, however, no dad...
Where is the happiness we once had?
I fly high beside the silvery moon
our world, a tear-filled water balloon,
yes, I'm up here, you're below, 'tis true—
I have never seen the world so blue...
Sun up you're up time's up get up
light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around
chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out
kids up mom's not
suit up tie on press down the thumb go-round
then down back up flip down to pull knot-up
turn-round looks-round grin up aplomb all done
drive on downtown park up lockdown press up
look-round liked sound work bound all-round
onto a room, found pot a brewed on two
drop up on top the cup a brewed
a tongue go-round fresh ground abound go all
around or down more down but not the ground
looks-round clock found heads down aground
looks-round, and found, holds-up brewed cup
time's up fun's done work bound must run
had fun all done kids off yes Hon what's up
we've a meeting at ten--not again, I said, no Xbox--thought 'twas for me ... oh is it any wonder?
Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss
Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg
In the dark of the night without light
Just then, he saw a mean dog and swayed
Knowing fully well the turn is tight
Lingering for a moment, dismayed
Managed to lose his footing on ground
Neck deep in marshy land off the road
On witnessing the scene the dog frowned
Prepared to attack but turned and slowed
Questions stormed the old man's fevered mind
Reminding him of his old weakness
Should he shout for help or wait to find
The dog's aggression or its meekness
Until the dog heard sounds of people
Viciously running towards the ditch
With clubs and sticks making it feeble
Xbox games came to mind was it dog, b tch?
Yet, whatever, it did not relent
Zeal is good, finally, it was bent
At last, he was saved from emboggment
But he never learned what was meant
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A Kraken with a straw hat cracking jokes and slapping racist white folks. I get my Xbox gauntlet to fight jellyfish ghosts with my friend a talking duck in a Tonka truck. I am asking as be where the axe be "hey taxi". drive me to the bouncy house as I wear my wedding blouse that I got from my inflatable house.
The thief leaves his imprint on the door handle or pane of glass
And he takes your precious treasures and stuffs them in a bag
A child's xbox, your ring of engagement and sells them
They are never seen again and the loss
And a power leaps into his world ,stops him
There is no choice and his imprint changes
He now leaves the same image of goodness
Goes to work, helps the homeless and goes home to love ones
The imprint now is left on souls
The Power slowly and seductively changes him and once again stops him
She slowly and secretly undoes the tie
Her hair falls and his heart leaps as she waits
The warmth catches In his throat and he bows
Thank you as he touches her face and a wisp of hair grazes his lips
Dusting his heart for prints of his past ,his mind leaps to the winds
A refreshing breeze carries the thought to where they go
The lost ring is there and the heart
Can one ever be forgiven to the last full measure
The yard stick takes his prints one last time
She slowly undresses and his mind catches up
The thief steals and touches her lips
Our Coder, Which rules the server,
Hallowed be Thy zerg.
Thy mana come. Thy grind be done
On Wii, as it is in Xbox.
Give us this day our daily patch.
And forgive us our beta testing,
As we forgive noobs for ganking against us.
And lead us not into a spawn point,
But deliver us from laggers.
For Thine is the program,
The platform,
And the firmware,
Whatever, whatever.
Admin.
Lord, grant me the field of view to elude the zombies I cannot kill,
The bandwidth to take down those I can,
And the screenshot to prove my score.
As I get older it seems like there’s not a lot of care into my days of life. I remember every Christmas I wanted like 10 things, now I just want a pair of black Nike socks and maybe a Xbox game or two. School was a place to show off your style/personality through clothes. Growing up I always wanted to dress clean for school. Wearing a red nice shirt with jeans, and now I’m just eh black on black looks good. I’ve always had a love for black. It’s mysterious and eerie. When I wear black I think I’m a new person. More bold and confident.
I know everyone is struggling right now and we're all just trying to make it through
I've always been antisocial but lockdown has made me realise I enjoyed going to a place or two
Missing my friends , wishing I could go to the house of a mate or two
I'm tired of looking at the same 4 walls when there's nothing great to do
I've always been a home body but I do miss having the freedom to go out
Going through my stuff and tidying up what I need to throw out
Feeling low I'm tired of all of my thoughts
I miss my friends but not as much as I miss sports
Scientists are trying to find a vaccine and a cure
I'm trying to figure out if I'm eating because I'm hungry or because I'm bored
It gets light and it gets dark but it feels like time doesn't exist
With no routine, I'm always unsure of what day it is
No point in making any plans as they tell us home is where we need to stay
Teenage me would hate me for saying this, but lockdown has shown me there's only so much xbox you can play
This is one of the worst times in history so we're all just trying to make the best of now
But this lockdown has me feeling like Akon when he sang "I'm locked up they won't let me out"
Certain people hate the Wii U, they call it a piece of crap.
But I like the game console and I think it got a bum rap.
It's no XBOX One or PS4 but it's not an abomination.
I believe it was good and that's not an exaggeration.
Yes, a few of its games do stink, especially Paper Mario: Color Splash.
When I played that game, I'd get so mad that I wanted to throw it in the trash.
Nintendo released the Switch when they axed the Wii U.
People hated the console and so it was discontinued.
I hated to see the Wii U fail, it has become another Dreamcast.
Certain people hated the Wii U and now it's a thing of the past.
Something happened and my son is pissed.
He found out that he's on Santa's naughty list.
But he's not only on that list this year, he's on it permanently.
When I tell you why he's been banned, it will be clear to see.
My son put hair remover in my shampoo.
And when I sat in my chair, I sat on super glue.
Thinking about what he'll do next, fills me with dread.
Yesterday, the brat put a live rattlesnake in his sister's bed.
He sold all of my clothes and bought an XBOX One.
Now I have to go out in public in my underwear because of my stupid son.
He spiked his mother's coffee and when she drove to work, she was drunk.
My son is on Santa's naughty list forever because he's nothing but a punk.
No Phone an no Facebook,
I got nuthin t' haul,
I'm carryin only,
My heart full of love,
an' that weighs nuthin at all.
No i Pad or i Pod,
No tablets for me,
Jus' got me memories,
I'm travelin' light as can be.
Don't 'ave a gameboy or PS3
Aint an XBox registered to me.
Some chalk and a pebble out in the street
Chalked up numbers and hopped on your feet.
Drew a circle on the ground,
All the kids crowding round, just to see,
Who was best at playin' allies,
Sometimes it was me.
Flat *** packets, we knew all the brands,
If you flicked and covered one or two,
They were soon in your hands.
For hours we played at the corner,
The winners would shout with glee,
The game only over when called in for tea.
The girls did the rope skipping, They could juggle too,
Two and three balls against the wall,
Then up went a leg and down went a ball,
Caught by deft hands as it came off the wall.
Three bits of kindling and one for the top,
The game of cannon as I recall,
They were placed against the wall,
Knocked down with a ball,
© Dave Timperley October 2018
You failed to take your Drone Control Command Kit
as you hurried off at dawn for work this early morn.
Unmindful, I mistook it for a fancy Xbox game contraption,
so commenced a match of Shock and Awe to while away the time
and with the joystick, hot and pulsing, quickly opened fire
at some evil bad-guy villains lurking down below
(nearby, a bus with random kids
confused, in fear and hiding).
Left quite a bit of childish crimson carnage flowing
on congested streets inside a city storming
somewhere…
thank goodness, very far away from here.
Please forgive me, for I think it was
your very last remaining
smart-precision missile…
yes, that pretty one you’d kept so long,
and meant to use some day to sanctify
a humble wedding-day reception…
but as you know I've always had a hang
for children's senseless macho playthings.
I don't understand my cousin or his dumb decision.
There are many video game consoles but he only plays the Colecovision.
I tell him to buy an XBOX One or a Sony PS4.
I've suggested it many times but I get ignored.
He says that the Colecovision is the best console that has ever been made.
Obviously my cousin has been living under a rock for the last few decades.
He goes to Gamestop and asks for newly released Colecovision games.
They laugh him out of the store and just knowing him, brings me shame.
He doesn't realize that the Colecovision is an outdated 8 Bit piece of crap.
He said that the Colecovision puts the PS4 to shame and I gave him a slap.
I knocked the taste out of his mouth because I slapped him so hard.
No matter what I say, the Colecovision is something he won't discard.
The men in white coats just took him away because he says the Colecovision is superior.
One good thing about him being committed is that he can't play the Colecovision anymore.
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