Tick.  Tok

Doe's your screen
Momentary Flicker
Milliseconds
Every day
Of a painted wooden puppet
Whispering
I want to play a game
Eager to please
One begins to play
Not hearing
The sudden Silence
Of your Commonsense
And when one does
Looking back
One will Scream
With the shame
Reduced
To tearful regrets
Wasting one's time
Playing childish game's
Only now
Understanding
Below average intelligence
Usually means

For The Rest Of Your Life