I found a poem I wrote when I was just out of high school and thought I was deep writing about the commercialization of my local bowling alley. Lmao FAGGOT:
The bowling alley, once a charm,
Now trades its soul for cash and harm.
The wooden lanes, with scuffs and wear,
Replaced by screens that flash and glare.
Where laughter rang in dim-lit haze,
Now ads parade in neon blaze.
No quiet moments, no friendly game,
Just branded cups and prize-wheel fame.
The snack bar's gone, replaced by chains,
Authentic feels give way to gains.
Arcades now roar, a corporate scheme,
A far cry from the hometown dream.
Oh, sacred space of strikes and spares,
Now sold to profits, unaware.
A hollow shell of what once was,
Commercial hands the final cause.
The bowling alley, once a charm,
Now trades its soul for cash and harm.
The wooden lanes, with scuffs and wear,
Replaced by screens that flash and glare.
Where laughter rang in dim-lit haze,
Now ads parade in neon blaze.
No quiet moments, no friendly game,
Just branded cups and prize-wheel fame.
The snack bar's gone, replaced by chains,
Authentic feels give way to gains.
Arcades now roar, a corporate scheme,
A far cry from the hometown dream.
Oh, sacred space of strikes and spares,
Now sold to profits, unaware.
A hollow shell of what once was,
Commercial hands the final cause.
