A man that I know very well
Is stuck in vintage gaming hell;
I see him there, and have to smile –
He’s gonna be a little while

That man will stop at times to write
A verse or two about his plight;
For poetry helps with the “why’s”
Like why he loses fights and dies

A man who looks a lot like me
Is mired in mendacity
In saying to himself he’s fine
When he is dumb
And daft
And blind