Call of Duty: Modern Drawerfare

A whole generation now,

maybe two,

of friendless, unattached,

habitually whacked-out men

in their 20s, 30s and 40s

cowering in their rooms,

watching dumb-ass movies,

playing savage video games

on peremptory TV screens

when not whacking off

to an inexhaustible supply

of soul-withering porn sites.

This is the way their days end.

Not with a bang or a whimper,

but with a whimpering bang.

Now it’s dark and they’re alone

but they won’t be afraid.

In their room.

In their room.

— Earl Fowler