Good little children are taught to share,
not this one, he wouldn’t dare.
His birthday present; a portable game.
It was not multiplayer, what a shame.
He didn’t heed his parent’s advice
and stuck like glue to his device.
Cradling the precious light so tight,
his back began to bend at night.
He grew a dense, divided shell,
he thought it really rather swell.
This new exoskeleton he bore,
got him to level twenty-four.
From the game, he couldn’t look away.
The world around him turned to grey.
Until one day he curled into a ball,
to complete the biggest level of them all.
Unfortunately for him,
this was a game he couldn’t win.
His hands had changed as well you see,
his opposable thumbs had morphed into three.