Monica Engeler (05/31/1962 / NJ)
What Is the Name of the Game?
I never watch much TV at night
My thoughts are on other things
TV is a waist of time each evening
Playing videos just seems right.
When I control the games
I feel nothing is going wrong
My mind is blank and free
There is no one and no shame.
So what game do you command?
I don’t know, maybe the name is chess
If I lie around I would forget all
Continue the moves and don’t demand.
Checkmate the PC won the match
Maybe tomorrow I will win
How come the PC never looses?
Who knows that might be the catch.
I need somebody to defy today
Maybe someone who doesn’t like PC’s
Celebrate a good time tonight with me
If you care, then come my way.
I am going down and I am not returning
You won’t catch me, no you won’t
The chances are over and still don’t understand
I turned the video off, and I am not crying.
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