The Escapist

Here comes the news again, bad news

Like the bad news from last time.

This many dead, that many dying.

No thanks…

 

I’d rather race go karts against gorillas in ties.

Multiple mushroom men will watch

Colour coded plumbers drift, while a fruity princess glides

And not a single person dies…

 

What’s this now?

Some ‘respectable’ man is jetting off

To further endanger creatures for fun…

I’d wish I didn’t know….

 

Instead I’ll hunt for monsters that Darwin would adore

Electric mice, slugs of fire, psychic starfish, more

And more they’ll grow and fight and faint and fight

And not a single animal was hurt alright…

 

Here we go again.

More threats start flying across the map

Bomb this, bomb that, the end is nigh

But I don’t think about it…

 

I just roam the wastes of civilisation long gone

With a dog, a big fancy watch and a gun.

People are poisoned; death and mutation are on the rise

But it isn’t real, so nobody cries…

 

Reality has poor design, terrible controls,

Its characters defy belief and its storylines are getting old.

Same war, same famine, poverty, decline

No thanks…

I’d rather drops shapes into lines…

Author's Note

I completely understand if some of you have read this and are wondering what the hell I'm talking about. But if you get the references I'd love to hear what you think.