It was years ago, as a fully grown boy, I, was jumping in the street and I Was clobbered by, a car into a window That was when I saw, a game boy advance, S-P-, blue edition, But my fa-mi-ly, can barely afford gold. As I stared at him, into his eyes… he said, “Mom, mamaaa”, as he held it in his tiny hands... I started running and I screamed, and, shoved him to the ground, took, that GBA from he...
Got inside, my house, with a big, smelly han-dle, snuck past all my parentals and then I blew my candle out. As I pressed the boooton with my feenge, did not, know, what it’d, bring me... Or what, its all a-bout… And a little man appeared on screen, his, name was Mare-e-o, he sprints at fast speeds such as my own... Pressed another boooton and he jumped, I screamed when he disappeared, and, I feared, he wouldn’t, come...
Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition (You better back, away my friend) You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition (Not even from, my cold, dead hands)
The screen turned black, it had turned into a big, hole, “Is this a hole I see, before me?” And it echoed like a hole… There was mare-e-o, and his gra-phics were jumbled, realistic skin, pores and chapped, lips … and I tried, to change, it... Then Mare-e-o he did not move, all, that he did was scream, and my skin turned rotten and green… I feared the worst, and so I, tossed, that, gameboy out the window, it came, back again...
I snuck inside of the little boys room, I wanted to tell him that I was wrong But when I turned the lights on, the room was full of people in black I said “who the flip are you people? Is that your boy there inside that box?” A priest said, “lower that box”, then I sprinted towards the coffin
I yelled to free me of this curse, then Mare-e-o appeared, but then gaussian blurred away Appeared again, said learned my les-son, clicked his mustache, then I woke, the next, day. Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition (You better back, away my friend) You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition (Not even from, my cold, dead hands)