A Poem by Rachel Gosling Whilst doing my despicable chores one day, I’d been playing Theme Park World with him that day, We tried all we could to save my friend, ”Bin it,” I held my best friend close to me, He does not understand.
I was reunited with my old best friend.
He is dead now.
And I stared with great melancholy at his dead, naked body,
Remembering what had happened to him, all those years ago…
Both of us unaware of the murder about to take place.
He sat high above on the shelf,
Controlling everything.
But suddenly… a monster walked into the room.
The thing I have been doomed into calling a brother…
Charlie…
I wish I ‘d had known it would happen,
But it all went by so fast.
The monster tripped, pushing my best friend from his perch.
He fell.
He crashed.
I screamed.
The monster fled the scene,
Not daring to believe he had committed such VIOLENCE.
But he would not wake…
After all these years, I looked down at his motionless body,
And although I have a replacement for him,
Things just haven’t been the same.
Dad’s words cut through me like a sharp dagger.
God, these despicable chores!
Children shouldn’t have to clean out sheds,
They should be inside watching MTV2.
Kissed his cold forehead,
And laid him down inside the plastic bag of unwanted items.
”What are you so sad about?” Dad asked.
“God, it’s only a Playstation!”
