The Unga Bunga Man
A poem a wrote while watching my fiance play a new video game.
Unga Bunga atop his horned steed, Sparkles,
Unga Bunga with sword in hand,
In a world of bloodthirsty monsters,
Feet and hands,
Legs and arms,
Body and soul,
Controlled by something else,
Weapons appear from thin air,
Clothing gained by murdering others,
Blood staining skin and chainmail,
Unga Bunga,
Not able to think for himself
Unga Bunga dying again and again,
At the hands of terrifying beasts,
Being numb to the blows
Chugging potions to numb throbbing limbs,
Random dance moves with a sword,
Beautiful landscapes spin,
Birds chirping,
Animals grazing,
A Sword to the back
Turning everything black,
“Son of a bitch,” growls my fiance
“Fuck I’m going t bed.”
And he puts the controller down
And goes to bed,
Dreams of Unga Bunga fill his head
About the Creator
EveryDayKay
I am EveryDayKay. I work full time as a middle school teacher. Ever since I was a child, I have enjoyed writing. After years of not writing I have picked up my pen again to join the world of Vocal Media.
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