GTA 6 is Coming

November 19th, the prophecy came true,

Ten years of “coming soon”—now GTA 6!

Clock in? Hell no. Call in sick.

Vice City just dropped; I'm on demon time, quick!

GTA SIX! PUT THE REAL WORLD ON HOLD!

“Food poisoning, boss!”—that excuse never gets old!

Boyfriend went missing, location says “last seen,”

He's been in Vice City since the loading screen!

“Touch grass!” Okay, bro, I'll do that next week,

I've got six stars IRL and a controller to keep!

POV: Your boyfriend said, “One hour, max,”

Now he's vanished off the map, no sign of his tracks.

“Babe, are you ignoring me?” Delivered, no reply,

He's hijacking a taxi while your anniversary dies.

TikTok girls: “Ladies, we've lost another one!”

He's been gone twelve hours and the game's just begun.

“I'm going to the shops,” he said with a grin,

Came back three days later with 200 hours in.

Boss asks, “Where are you?”—“Currently unwell.”

My doctor's note says I've been through virtual hell.

“Can you cover my shift?” Respectfully, no.

I've got fictional crimes and a real-life backlog to go!

GTA SIX! PUT THE REAL WORLD ON HOLD!

“Food poisoning, boss!”—that excuse never gets old!

Boyfriend went missing, location says “last seen,”

He's been in Vice City since the loading screen!

“Touch grass!” Okay, bro, I'll do that next week,

I've got six stars IRL and a controller to keep!

“Bro said he'd play for an hour 💀”

It's 4:37 AM, still gaming with power.

“One last mission, then I'm going to sleep.”

At sunrise: “Chat, this game is peak!”

Mum yelling “DINNER!” I'm mid-heist, no cap,

She unplugged the console—that's villainous crap.

“It's giving unemployed,” my ex wrote online.

Correct, and my driving skills are looking divine.

BREAKING: man calls in sick for a week,

Claims “stomach issues,” posts clips at the beach.

Girlfriend posts: “Ladies, we've lost another one,”

Her boyfriend's gone missing till the missions are done.

“Who let bro cook?” Rockstar served the whole plate,

Now my social life's buffering at a dangerous rate.

POV: You bought GTA, now your rent's overdue,

Your landlord's at the door: “I'm looking for you.”

Mate says, “I'm outside, come on, let's go!”

I'm outside in the game doing 120, bro.

NPC said something rude? It's personal now.

I'm beefing with a stranger and I don't know how.

“One more mission”—the biggest damn lie,

Now the birds are singing and the week's gone by!

GTA SIX! PUT THE REAL WORLD ON HOLD!

Sick notes, missed calls, controller to hold!

Boyfriends missing, the whole workforce fled,

“I'm taking a sick day!”—GTA instead!

Touch grass? Nah, got bridges to turn!

November 19th—THERE GOES COMMON SENSE!

If I'm missing, don't panic, don't call the police,

I'm wanted in Vice City, but my real life's at peace.

Tell my boss I'm sick, tell my girl I'm away—

Actually, don't tell her. I'm on GTA.

“It's just a video game”—BRO, SAY THAT AGAIN!