Cradle the smell
Of french fries and quarters
Clinking their way
To the belly of Donkey Kong
The bowling ball
Slides and pins they hit
Coughing as they
Fall in the smoke-filled room
Dipping in ketchup
We salute the fallen red-ringed pins
As high scores fall and initials go up
Below the row of quarters for those to go next.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
Cradle the smell
Of french fries and quarters
Clinking their way
To the belly of Donkey Kong
The bowling ball
Slides and pins they hit
Coughing as they
Fall in the smoke-filled room
Dipping in ketchup
We salute the fallen red-ringed pins
As high scores fall and initials go up
Below the row of quarters for those to go next.
What playing video games USED to be like!
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