Sunday, September 20, 2015

Rated E

Sometimes you're a zombie,
Sometimes you are a plant,
Either way you are fighting with strangers,
Not the life I had planned,

Listening to my son lament plasma peas,
P'haps I'll be a cactus,
Spew out a clump of dirt that will explode,
When a zombie stops to see what it is,

And I just sit here in my underwear,
Wond'ring is this ok,
Sure, the game's all 'bout killing enemies,
But they use veggie rays,

That's the balance,
Can't take guns out of boys,
So you keep it as cartoon as poss'ble,
Hoping the focus isn't death, but toys. 

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