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It"s ten to one  in the morning.

i"m lying in my bed.

I have so many men to kill

there buzzing round my head.



My thumb is sore and aches

and hurts each time i press,

but i got to kill those suckers

i"ll teach them not to mess.



The bedroom door bursts open.

My Mother storms inside.

I quickly pull up covers

and vainly try to hide.



What the hell is this?

Don"t you know the time?

Her voice explodes in fire

I mumble humble fine.



The room decends in darkness

silence reigns supreme.

I"m grounded for tomorrow

my Mother she is mean.



The next day at the table

my behaviour is discussed.

My Father nods his head

and says i am the worst.



A whole day without gameing

God my lifes the pits.

I"m sure i"ll die of boredom

I bet I get the yips.



But soon the day is over

it"s midnight in my room

I can"t resist temptation

to pick up and resume.



I switch on my Playstation.

and put it all on mute.

My Mum will never know.

I think i"m pretty cute.



But what the hell is this

i"ve been taken for a mug.

that bloody devious Mother.

she"s taken of the PLUG!