My Dad's Addicted To The Ps2

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013 with permission of the Author.

Pew, pew, pew
goes my dad on the PS2.
Shooting bad guys on Battlefield 3,
Who knew? Not me.

I sit and help him sometimes.
I mean, he never minds.
He always shouts,
sometimes swears or doubts.

He sometimes gets cross
and tries to act like he's the boss.
He might throw a pillow or two,
not at me but maybe you.

All I wish is for him to come off,
but instead he says I'm a puff.
He's always late to bed
because this game is stuck in his head.

When I saw him get the PS2
I didn't know what was coming through
from within the cloud of rage.
He forgot about the 'touch pause engage.'

One day he'll get square eyes
and then start to despise.
It's good if we just back away
and let the wild animal play.

When I saw him get the PS2
I didn't know what was coming through
from within the cloud of rage.
He forgot about the 'touch pause engage.'

For wherever there is a beginning, there's an end.

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