Pro Evolution Soccer Addiction
¶ 1
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From the primordial soup, straight onto the sofa
Into the position of a highly developed controller
Opposable sore thumbs with a stiff neck and shoulder
And settings for the best possible dribble
¶ 2
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Eye balls kicking on a tap of fixation
– The mental options menu
Middlebrook winning the Konami cup
Is surely the pinnacle of human evolution
¶ 3
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Raw red ring fingers, green triangle tantrums
Trad Bricks or Tyneside
– It’s a natural selection
A fully co-ordinated machine in a joy pad mood
No time to stop, no need for food
¶ 4
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Evening’s penultimate multiplayer match
– Then one more game before going to bed
West London White versus Merseyside Red
A cerebral munching consol wired direct to the head
¶ 5
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At night closed eyes still see
Pixellated players moving on an eyelid screen
Sleepless nights, the withdrawal graphics
And life gradually falling into 64 bits
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