Scott S.


It all comes down to this, winning is up to you
Your rival is next, whether he’s named Red or Blue
You’ve got all the badges, you’ve beaten him before
You’ve even surpassed the entire elite four
It says you’ve spent eighty-six hours in this game
All eighty-six to get into the Hall of Fame
Lance’s dragons were tough, but Gary is harder
You don’t want to end up a Pokemon martyr
And lose here, of all places, death would be better
The Hall of Fame’s gone; you might as well forget her
But Gary’s first five fall at the hand of Blastoise
Next is his Venusaur, who’s on Poke-steroids
Your Blastoise uses fissure, a one-hit KO
Venusaur faints, what happens next? You don’t know
Wow, that was so easy, you’re in Pokemon heaven
And all this before you had even turned seven
You’ve accomplished a lot in your few years since birth
You’ve conquered the Pokemon world, for all its worth
Adults are worse, though say they’ve achieved a lot
Doing the same thing ev’ry day, like they’re robots
They could all use a trip to videogame land
Controlling different lives in the palm of your hand
It’s a portal, an escape, from the harsh outside
There’s nothing at stake, when you die you’re still alive
These games may be useless and turn your brain to slime
But if your day’s bad, you can leave at any time


Copyright 2002-2006 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose 2002-2006 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. SPP developed and designed by Strong Bat Productions.