I folded clean from homework page
Where math problems met their end
A crease, a flick, a quiet wage
Before the basement stairs descend
The carpet holds spilled soda stains
Joystick grease on calloused thumbs
Cabinet glass wears dusty frames
Where Pac-Man chases pixel sums
I ride the warm exhaust from vents
Where Donkey Kong beats plastic chests
No Fresnel lens to guide my sense
Just synth chords rolling through the tests
A ticket spool unspools my wake
Skee-Ball thunder shakes the floor
I bank left past missile command
Touch down on a high-score board
I ride the warm exhaust from vents
Where Donkey Kong beats plastic chests
No Fresnel lens to guide my sense
Just synth chords rolling through the tests
The keeper watches from the tower
Where salt wind sings through glass so thick
But here the light is pixel power
And gravity plays a different trick
Small fingers pinch my paper nose
Refold the wings, adjust the tail
The CRT reflects my pose
Before I catch the upward gale
Third launch finds the ticket chute
A perfect glide through Frogger's lane
The machine coughs a plastic prize
And I am folded once again
I ride the warm exhaust from vents
Where Donkey Kong beats plastic chests
No Fresnel lens to guide my sense
Just synth chords rolling through the tests
I ride the warm exhaust from vents
Where Donkey Kong beats plastic chests
No Fresnel lens to guide my sense
Just synth chords rolling through the tests
Paper rests on rubber mat
Until the next quarter drops
