Bang, Bang.... - Poem by Olin Yeats
Look at them run
All look like chickens with no heads.
Ha, I can make them run;
I am in my living room.
Oh my goodness,
What are you doing?
Turn it off, turn it off that is graphically wrong.
I walked in on Josh in the living room.
Mom, five more minutes
It’s not that bad,
You see it’s only a game, only a game, only a game,
I am still in my living room.
No, I don’t want you playing.
What’s happening to you?
It’s not a game, not a game.
I leave the room.
They don’t understand,
How could they, they are only chickens,
But without any heads.
I am in my room.
Look, they laugh at me now,
Those murderous eyes
I’m on the bus.
Look at them all run.
It’s just a game, just a game, just a game,
Just a game, just a game, just a game.
I’m in school.
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