Arcade Mania: A Poem I Wrote When I Was 14

When I was eight I loved the arcade.
Super Mario was my favorite game.
But for some reason Mom didn't allow.
She thought it was not a safe place.
Even Dad agreed with her.
It made me mad, but what could I do?
I broke my little piggy bank,
And took the measly sum of coins.
I was done with in a matter of hours.
Now I had no money,
And even the cute piggy was gone.
But not for a moment did I regret,
Since the games seemed worth it.
I started taking money
From my Dad's pocket
And my sister's secret stash.
Boy what a big thief I was!
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