You Can Have the Earth (In the Virtual World Department Store)
It challenged with an elbow digging at my ribs
And dared if I had what it took to burn
Behind the wheels of high-octane super charged imports
To climb dig and float, fly-jump over buildings
All wits and reflexes guiding a mental snail
Through the furthest reaches of the universe
A hero tumbling asteroid fields
And all that stands between civilization
From swarms of dangerous intergalactic rocks
I could liberate the masses or become their oppressor
If I was firm and strong in the building of my kingdom
It offered active service in the renegade commando corps
And a chance to strike down on the sand
The fanatical heart that stealth's in death match multi kills
To polish up on sniper skills in epic missions skirmishing
In brutal wars; abducting groups of four
And beam them up to paradise
It said I was sure to get sucked in to
The most authentic sea and freshwater fishing
Experience ever, and I, now more than interested
But then my son in knowing of these things
Nails me that I'm in the crap section
To spare him we should leave at once
And me in thinking
I could do with a spot of the old pike fishing
From the bank side of an armchair
For it would spare the missus
The maggot's snug tucked in the back of the fridge
poem by Francis Curran
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