Whispering the blues

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    Whispering the blues

    Whispering the blues,
    As I hang up the phone and loneliness sneaks in the door,
    Anxiety and restlessness digs deep within my bare skin
    My video games becomes my newly found friend…
    She doesn’t judge me…
    Just ask for my best…
    Even if I don’t perform to my optimal level…
    She will still allow me to rest..
    On her controller and dig my joystick into new highs..
    Buzzing and beeping all through the night
    As long as I hang on for the ride…..
    I don’t have to lie about hanging or being a 9..
    Hourly player junkies
    Feening for the game..
    Her opinion is neutral
    Love me regardless if I am rich or swinging with a cane…

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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