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There are exes in my x-box

Their profiles lingering 

Like whispers on my skin

High-scores evade the constant fingering

Thumbing, rather, that I begin

I restrain my heart with locks and chains

And hope for a locksmith-guitar-hero

To fix my savaged heart-drive remains

Wipe my memory ones into all zeros

I don't demand Zelda's Link 

An All-Hyrulian white-bread adventurer

In fact I even like to think

That Peach's Mario would work(error!)

That said I rather dislike the stink

That has everything to do with plumbing

And nothing to do with Goomba Guts

All over your shoes. It's not slumming

If he makes me happy, and isn't a slut

I've had enough of those cheating boys

I need myself a video game man

Who doesn't treat women like toys

But plays games with them when he can

No passcodes, no magic flute

Just he and me

Being cute

Playing dual Katamari Damacy