Milton Palimpsest

When I consider how my light is spent

Playing stupid games like Mafia Wars

Shooting perps and going for high scores

In a dark and damp room in the basement

While the landlady yells at me for rent

And upstairs neighbors stomp around the floors

Making noise while doing Sunday chores;

I’m all: SIGH — Whatever — at that moment

My guy gets killed and the deep, empty black

Seems to whisper: “Chill out. It’s no big deal.

Everyone’s got to figure out their own

Path, and life goes on, insane and out of whack;

So even if this war you fight’s not real:

It’s also cool to sit and play alone.”