Fingers twitching in elation
Thumb pads sweating, palms clasped round
That which beats the crap play station
2 into the bloody ground
Black and plastic, custom fitting
Like it's tailored to my grip
Butt's asleep from all this sitting
From my soda, take a sip
On the screen are two half-bumbling
Heroes of fantastic lore
Praise for Oddworld that I'm mumbling
Even greater than before
Abe's were great, but Munch, fantastic
PSX was nice, but wow
To stay here with the Xbox, drastic
measures must be made, but how?
My gaze flits left, my eyes dart right
But no quick fix falls in my zone
I stay at my friend's house tonight
Tommorrow, though, I *sniff* go home
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