I'm self-medicating with memes,
letting trollface take my thoughts away.
"Log in, tune out" is my motto,
shooting raiders in Fallout and shooting the breeze in my blog,
letting less important things occupy my mind,
while a mound of to-do's and responsibilities rack up.
But I'd rather not pay attention to those,
because Bioshock is more beautiful to me than a BA.
Webcomics everyday keep my woes far away,
oggling Oglaf and grinning with Gunnerkrigg Court.
My 360 offers an obsessive salvation;
Even now I can feel the controller come to life in my hands,
as my crosshairs find their target and... BOOM! Headshot!