A Poem
I said to my nephews
who came over to visit
listen you guys, it isn’t polite
to play video games
for seven hours straight, tell me
what you’ve been doing, etc.
They’d brought the Atari
attachment and had hooked
it to my set as soon as
they came through
the door. They didn’t
Want to go outside
and snap icicles off the trees
or build a snowman
in the new Christmas
snow. So I sat
on the floor and watched
them make silent boring
explosions for seven hours straight
in their Robert Bruce ski sweaters
scoring hundreds of thousands of points
because they knew
the games inside out,
even genius level
with whole galaxies shifting and shooting at
once. When it was
time for them to go I said
well study hard you guys
watch out for the girls
and they said hey thanks
for having us over, this
was decent, yeah,
this was pretty decent.