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Feb 2019
(insert burp):

   i know this is a little
bit late, to match up
my narration
to the zeitgeist...

      but...
     (insert a whiskey
infused burp):

i forgot about gaming
when i didn't
            move on from
owning a PS1...

  so...
        (insert burp)
        em...
                 i'm not a gamer...
i don't play games...

i do play vinyl though...

in that sado-masochistic
kind of way in
a society where:
everyone looks
wolf at everyone else
and just itches
for some schadenfreude
   cool-collective banter...

phew...
the whole gamergate sandal,
or scandal or whatever you
want to don
on the streets of sandy
Cairo...
  
   the (insert burp):
the EU authorities caved in...
watching channel 4 news,
seeing the treatment
of migrants in Libya...

   (burp)

      you know that...
these are not the hands
of Pilate that were washed
in a elizabeth báthory
fetish... or that of cleopatra...
those Africans
have become tortured
and imprisoned
by north africans,
who "think" they're arabs...
  because of the umah
of Islam...

just saying... i watched
channel 4 news...
    and...
                              well...

i forgot to play video games
in a manner,
akin to a saturday / sunday
morning, sitting on a bed,
plugged in,
watching a t.v. and some
moving pawns of a game
of tenchu or final fantasy VII...

oh, i still play,
like some people read
books,
on the throne of thrones,
otherwise known as:
     the *******...

but, once upon a time,
you'd spend 20 quid
and 'ave a game...
now, games, are "free"...
unless you pay extortion
style attachments...
so... the once free game...
a game which would
have a readied narrative...
worth... 20 quid...
ends up... if you're stupid
enough...
costing you...
   oh... say... 100quid+++++

yeah, big problem,
this gamergate,
or whatever the hell it was...
but extortion from games...
no biggie...
that's not the notorious
rhyming excerpt to add
to the whole fiasco of...
games...

          whoever this is,
this: i am...
no, sorry...
i'm not a gamer,
sometimes of the *******,
but mostly i tend to
play... vinyl...

        it's like...
            you can never become
bored of staring at that
**** thing..
         well...
unless you're
    don johnson...
pretending to be stroking
a cat, when in fact,
gently caressing jane fonda
falling asleep in
              your lap...    
then the whole vinyl
experience is all but prop...
  c.d. spins too fast...
and you never actually see
it spin...
       vinyl...
                 oompf!
the genesis ******* mantra...

  oh, you noticed?
yeah... there's a saying
back in slavic-country...

curses like a shoemaker...
don't ask me, why or how...
         przeklina jak szewc...
        curses like a shoemaker...
what's next...
compliments like a tailor?

              it's not even a pair
of Pilate like hands
bashing a keyboard into a blank...
folded hands,
standing akimbo...
      what? what?!
            if the Libyans
are doing what they're doing...
it's Africans doing
these terrible acts to Africans...

while a little birdie told me...
  idi amin...
    lived the remaining years
of his life,
peacefully...
   undisturbed, in saudi arabia.

white-
              and whatever slurs...
   you just reach a point
of lethargy...
                 and... there's no going
back.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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