Home Sick
By MangaManX
A tiny world on the tv, look around, pixilation representing me,
height, weight, color, clothes, exacting extracting just a few of those,
precious parts that equal a person, yet parts the person chose,
my style, my way, my look, my feel, I can be anything I want to be,
but I can never be real.
Walk, jog, look see, ghosts turn to people, created by computer memory,
Understand their words, text, without emotion, language pure,
chat, mic, cam, watch out for the child lure…
I can play a game, ice, holes, and guns, balls and pins,
Who cares who wins? I do, I do, I want that prize, I want that stuff,
Because what they gave me, just was not enough,
trophies, fill my apartment just, I seek the best, pass the level test, because I must,
Now see the rewards, displayed about my little room, proof in pixel gold,
I can be great at this… but there is only so much my apartment will hold.
Look now, the price tag is better than what you can win,
you didn’t see it before, that store,
But now you can’t walk by without being pulled in,
Look at those prices, cents on the dollar exchange,
be hot, be rich, or strange, fill your wardrobe with a pocket of change,
Cash for nothing, spend more to change each day,
Because there is far more coming out to buy, then games to play.
But I am still happy, poor and casual, even if I do not own much,
I am still happy because of all the people, lives I can reach out and touch,
Togetherness, friendship, experience as much as your playstation will render,
Yet… only, if you are, of the correct gender,
Males in abundance, we all are gamer men!
Look, look, that body, it must be one of those feminine,
Girls, women, no, has to be guys in a dress,
Let’s ask them, let’s badger them, make them confess,
IT’S A GIRL, OH EM GEE, I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES,
A FEMALE PERSON WITH THE GAMES I PLAY, what a surprise,
Of course you will date me, how about pics, u have cam?
Oh… you say you were really a guy, well ****
I knew you were lying, man you be gay, oh is that word filtered? Oh it’s not, ok.
That must be what you are, because you were a girl before,
You were just tricking me, why else would you not want to be a girl anymore?
The words change color in home, filter stars censor, watch what words you use,
The groups grow close at home, gangs, fams, clubs, cults and crews,
now buy this, wear that, and be this color like us,
join, join, find new ways to cuss,
if you aren’t ours, then we own you, select is your only resort,
take our abuse or leave, it is no use, we out number you and can report,
fear us, the many, you the few, fear us our power and matching costume,
we own this space, at least this instance,
You’ll be banned if you try to make another, so why bother with resistance?
HOLD! Says the hero, BACK FOUL KNAVE!
Oh great, white knights, telling us adults how to behave,
LEAVE HER ALONE SHE IS HUMAN TOO, they say with gusto,
BE NICE TO OTHERS, It’s only a game, y u mad tho?
They must just be afraid, we can do what we want,
At least, that’s what we’ve done in all the other games we’ve played.
Feelings? Social? Rules? T-O-S? What do we care, just hit agree,
On home you can do anything, and get away with it easily,
At least until they brick you ps3…
Despite all the pain, and the problems that remain, it’s fine,
Because I can still do more on Home then anywhere else online, like dance.
and dance. and dance. and dance. dance. dance. dance. dance, NO WAIT,
that isn’t all I can do (though the dancing is great) I can;
pilot a hover craft over four hundred mph, over salt flats so vast,
while firing dual rail guns and dodging enemy plasma blast,
shoot down invading fleets from outer space with anti aircraft gun,
lead survivors through a zombie infested hospital in a dead run,
slam hostile natives with a ball and bar of ice by penguin pong,
loose ultimate villainous destructive power, (even if it feels so wrong)
catch over two hundred fish, by reel or pail,
evade an undead horror through a maze, without fail,
protect the present, past and future with advanced tactical cannon fire,
elevate a flying saucer with uncanny maneuverability, higher and higher,
unleash bolts of lightening with rapid accuracy from my finger tips,
stomp on robotic scorpions, tend bar, (but not earn any tips)
judge patterns to navigate complex layers of figures on abstract planes,
steal corporate secrets, score magical holes in one, and fly stunt planes,
broaden my horizons with an infinite number of stories simply by saying, "Hello"
and do it all with my friends, or people I don’t even know.
I don’t think there is a cure for this social disease,
It is spreading fast and but if you ever find one, please,
make sure you message me with bold letters entitled “How to get well”,
(so I know exactly which message to delete LOL)
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