Milton Palimpsest

When I consider how my light is spent
Playing stupid games like Mafia Wars
Shooting perps and going for high scores
In a dark and damp room in the basement
While the landlady yells at me for rent
And upstairs neighbors stomp around the floors
Making noise while doing Sunday chores;
I’m all: SIGH — Whatever — at that moment
My guy gets killed and the deep, empty black
Seems to whisper: “Chill out. It’s no big deal.
Everyone’s got to figure out their own
Path, and life goes on, insane and out of whack;
So even if this war you fight’s not real:
It’s also cool to sit and play alone.”

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