Black Box Poem by Thaddeaus Swint

The Black Box reigns supreme,
But some see it as a evil thing.
Molded and sculpted it’s made so right.
Give it a chance it play you all night.

The Black Box will steal your health.
Its takes more than just your wealth.
Give it a inch; it takes a mile.
Everyone says, “They’ll be done in a while.”

It’s black shiny case.
Makes all thoughts erase.
Its controls are just so sleek;
It controls not just the weak.

Clean my room? Get job? Why be so mundane?
When I can just sit and play my game.