The cards go down,
We all grab for a spoon.
I duck my head
As one flies across the room.
Two boys screech and wrestle,
Desperate to win.
What an awkward moment this would be
For someone to walk in.
They crash to the ground,
Both determined to have the spoon.
Hopefully we will have a winner
Sometime soon.
One comes up,
Holding the spoon triumphantly in his hand.
The scores are marked,
We're louder than the band.
Shooting paintball guns,
Killing zombies in a videogame.
It's really quite fun,
Although it sounds so lame.
Just a little insanity
To help us forget ourselves.
We may be a little messed up,
But we don't leave our frustrations on the shelves.
"I got another one of those letters
That say they've got a warrant for my arrest."
We all look at him strangely,
A warrant for his arrest?
It does make sense,
It's what he does best.
"You never get those?"
He asks innocently.
We shake our heads,
"Not recently."
Then the cards go down,
We all grab for a spoon.
I duck my head
As one flies across the room.
