The Woes of Mrs. Pac-Man

My life

Of constantly repeating and torturous tasks,

All lived within an inescapable maze,

I eat, I eat, I eat,

I’m eaten and again does the cycle start,

I eat, I eat,

I eat a glowing dot,

I turn and I eat,

I eat the ghosts that would eat me,

Ghosts with names,

Just as trapped in this maze as I,

And they eat, they eat,

And they dare not be eaten,

I see an exit off to the side,

In hopes to see the light of day

I go through,

I appear merely on the other side of the maze,

So I eat, I eat,

And I’m eaten,

The ghosts have won again,

Though none are victorious.