Stealing down to steal computer time
seems like such an awful crime
delicious…like an evil master-mind
The steps report with every tiny step
we terror-halt to pause and prep
our story (lie) for what we’re doing ep
No one wakes as like a secret wake
we reach the basement, pause to take
a breath, then play computer with no break
Greeks are seizing our size 20 city!
Tanks on planes…this isn’t pretty.
Launch a nuke and end them without pity.
Return to earth! Our consciences return
about the time we, sudden, learn
Our father stands beside us…calm and stern
We gamely opt to end the game
and rush to bed…all filled with shame
forswearing crime to save our rears deep pain
The moral is, as morals often be
a bit too deep for me to see
so maybe I’ll just leave that part to thee.