The poem catacombs pictures kids raised by computer games and living in their parents basements doing nothing but rotting on the latest massive online multiplayer games. It is a dark poem faulting both parents and the children who end up in this state.
Catacombs
These advent children
governed by innocuous design
gelatinous and erroneous
weathering decisions furnished
by disconnected catatonic parents
the spark of virility sapped daily
by another game to placate life
a parents home now reduced
to little more than catacombs
-Poem by Justin Germino
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