Narrative Poem

My Playstation 2

I would play my Playstation 2 24/7

If I had died at a young age I would want a Playstation 2 in heaven

I was addicted, people recommended that I should see a doctor or a reveran

On the weekends I would play in the moring to the night around 11

I stared at the T.V. too much I thought I need eye medication

Instead of family reunions it would be Playstation

If any one would ever want to find me they knew I would be at my playstation station

I would play when it's sunny and when there was precipitation

When ever I would smell fire I would think it's my T.V.

I would always play W.W.E

I would always think of stragedy's in my dreams

I would be so attached to my Playstation I thought we had some common genes

My PS2 controller is what I would catched

I hated it when my games when they were scratched

Evertime I saw the controll by it's self I would always snatch

When it comes to PS2  I would always challange anyone to a match

I would get money to buy games

I would never buy racing games because they were lame

Every game I liked, I tryed my best to contain

Instead of a wire to my controller it would be a chain

I was playing playing at the age of 10 but now I'm 14

The last thing I would do with my PS2 is lenting

With my games I would have renting

If I see someone that needs to have it then I'll be senting

My PS2 still rocks

I have moved on to an X-box

I would play it so much it would hurt my kindey

It's not just an X-box it's an X-box 360

That old PS2 is now a black box that is nothing

When I was ten it was everything

Now what I do with my PS2 things is collecting

My mom wants to give it away or throw it away but I'm still defending