Attaboy

Twenty thousand points!
You did it,
little pixel man with your blocky
brown hair and go-faster red jumpsuit,
in a game you bested (but
you have no clue what game
that even is!)

Who cares? We finished!
We made it, roll credits!
Lean back,
hands on head if you are feeling chill,
and feel that sense of finality,
that satisfaction that you did it!

Though you are a little teary for this
to be over, a good cry,
you knew this would have a
stopping point,
you knew you could not go on
forever, and wow,
you are not even sure you can!
So much spilt out,
so many tumbled words
(some profoundly silly, some wacky
thoughtful ideas
)
that you need
to refill the pome pipes.

So, with a jaunty tiptoe to the sounds
of disco, a blossoming feeling
of true accomplishment,
and cheekiest of grins,
you shall saunter away,
you shall put the keyboard down
(well,
close the laptop lid
)
and hit save on this! The
last loosener loose from your juice.

Done.