Well this morning I decided I wanted to sit on my ass and play video games all day
Until I believed that hacking bushes might cure me when those little floating hearts showed up
And my math teacher would disappear in a cloud of smoke after I whacked her with my sword a couple of times
I wanted to play until I saw arrows in the air right before I passed out and my feet were still moving
What do you mean I can't pull out a rocket launcher- locket raucher- from my pocket?
Instead of sitting here repeating to myself: One, Four, One, Five-Seven, One, Inversion
I wanted to mutter to myself:
"My thumbs are bleeding but I still love you Master Chief!"
Right before I passed out again
And I'm not sure what exactly it is about video games
And Zelda-
Why is it called Zelda when Link does all the work? Why does Link even bother with rescuing Zelda anymore? We all know she's only going to be stolen away again.
And I'm not sure what exactly it is about video games
Role-playing, first person shooter, or strategy
Or whatever
That makes them more desirable than sitting here on my ass wishing I were playing video games but I'm really just staring at these SAT study books again.
Or oooo-a change…ACT books
I'm not exactly sure what exactly it is about video games
And I don't think it's an escape from reality
Because no matter how many times I shoot at those study books with a plasma pistol and an SMG
Or try to splatter my English teacher with a Banshee screaming "Bounce off my fender!"
They won't kind of fade and disappear
Or sometimes, their bodies will, rag-doll-fizziks-style, go flying
Who said video games aren't good for academics?
We know that if you shoot a rocket at a body it'll go flying a lot in a funny way
And we also know, or when we remember, in Headlong if you take a wraith and hit a person with an overshield, you can find where reality stops
And yeah, violence might be an issue
But we're all too busy sitting around on our asses playing video games all day
Or at least I wish I were
And someday I might
When these superficial events are over
Like college and living with my parents and poetry slams
I'll kind of… you know
Sit around on my ass
And hallucinate that maybe if I try one more time to jump into that painting I might succeed
Or if I could play this Ocarina correctly
Or if I could get that one arrow pattern right after I swore I'd never get obsessed
Or if I could properly aim with anything but a shotgun or sword
Or if I could even get those little blocks to line up
Or if I could…err…yeah.