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My Vidiot

X box PlayStation and a forty eight inch TV,
who is this person sitting next to me?
How can he sit there and play game after game,
all of that blasting things drives me insane.
I can understand a man wanting to relax now and then,
but game after game and trying again and again.
I have three children but my husband makes it four,
since he got those game systems we can't watch TV any more.
Yelling and screaming won't do me any good,
I'm praying he'll grow up and also knocking on wood.
But as for now it's bang, bang, bang and bleep, bleeps.
I'm at my wits end with this obsession he keeps.

Stanley Victor Paskavich

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