I finally figured out how to cheat the system.
Pocket Fishdom and Raising Horses.
through a stifling night
I’ve played them
Until I developed a case of
iPad stiff neck,
i, eye strain.
letters smudge into double, then
Waiting for the fish to hatch, then grow, then sell.
horses are always needing more grain
requiring frequent trips to vets and farriers
Eating away at rich reserves
There’s never enough money
In Fishdom or Horses
fish constantly need more seaweed to produce coins
horses tire faster between races,
But I can fool the processor
Into giving me more scratch.
By tipping date and time settings
Forward a day, then another
Sort of like daylight savings time
Gold spills. Untouchable.
Along the screen.
It becomes less and less like fun
And reminds me more of work,
When days blur
Staring at green MSDOS computer screens
Trying to crunch numbers into a livable salary
Highway commutes muddy into
Annual performance evaluations
Finally, gritty details of duty
Bog down prospects of buoyancy
In Fool’s Paradise.
Odd how a game reflects life so accurately
So accurate it is
That I can’t even enjoy
The fantail African Butterfly
Nor the dappled Grey
I named IshudnobettahBynow
my settings, casually laughing, read
Where did the time go?