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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Nonsense · #2273573
That little face was running round.
I was losing all my wits;
my thoughts were not refined.
I tried to focus and relax
with Pac-Man in my mind.

That little face was running round,
just scrambling through the maze,
while everything before my eyes
was in an orange haze.

It’s not the first time I’ve been there.
It happens time to time.
It wasn’t long ago my brain
was covered in pink slime.

Then Space Invaders dribbled down,
bombs falling from the sky.
Sometimes I want to play along,
sometimes I want to cry.

My medications have been off.
I’ll have to tell my doc.
Till then I’ll let the Pac-Man run.
I might just beat the clock!

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