Video Gaming

I slammed my hand onto the mouse
another loss. That annoys me
to the bone. Another team
of people who can't play the game.

I angrily spat words of wisdom
in leetspeak. To those who do not
do exactly as I say. Because they
have or will cost us a win.

Important is not the world around
my computer screen. Important is only
the winner of this tragic struggle
to destroy another's base of trickery

And so I again repeat and repeat
but they do not listen. So the very
real prospect of another loss
comes hard and hits home.

I slam my fist into the wall.
And kick the power button of the
computer. And shut off the lights
that dimly lit my room

I walk downstairs to smoke
to push away the stress. Because
I cannot escape the fact
that it was me who made us lose.