Videogame - Eugene McGuinness

I hear peculiar wailing

From a distant fun fair

While staring out at the burnt down

Amusement pier

A chorus of motor horns

Harmonise in minor key

A more bloody nose and black eye

It’s so sad, it’s funny

It’s both my business and my pleasure

So mix the two with generous measures

Dream visions spawned

From wild fever

In a videogame

Chasing strangers

So destiny’s callin'

But reception’s so poor

I’m waiting to go overground

Let no soul lure in sore

And I went down to the playhouse

For some answers, or a clue at least

But from all the Shakespearian lessons

I came up asking with more questions

Namely to be or not to be

So bring it on my darling Clementine

Let’s fuck it up one more time

Get your glad rags on, your LBD

And presidential pearls, get away from me

Now drive the fuckin' line

If you’ve been long as I

Thou shalt not throw away a game so sublime

Dream vision spawned from wild fever

In a videogame, tasering strangers