Ode to an Xbox Bag by Matthew P. Barnson 
In a dusty, small corner Of the cubicle farm Sits a black bag with logo emblazoned.
Rather wrinkled and small, Not notable at all, She kind of looks like an oversized raisin.
The bag’s unassuming; Who would think of presuming Her age and reasonable condition?
‘Cuz I’m here to tell ya Let me hear a “hell yeah!” This bag is surprisingly bitchin’.
She was bought at a yard sale For one-hundred bucks With game console and six games attached.
I would never have thought That this bag that I bought Would have quality clearly unmatched.
You see, I’m quite hard on bags I create tears, rips, and sags, Merely by using them regularly.
Destroying stitches and trappings And specialty strappings For mercy, I leave the bags begging me.
I destroy pockets and innards, And like that old canard “Buy cheap, buy twice” so it goes.
A succession of backpacks Briefcases and lap bags With me, have violent and short death throes.
This bag has a foam liner The tag reads “Made In China” With “Genuine Stuffalon Fabric”.
I don’t know what it is, But this “Stuffalon” biz Takes abuse altogether barbaric.
It was kind of surprising The day I decided To dig this old bag out of storage.
But I was desperate for a way To carry equipment that day And this bag caught my eye while I foraged.
With microphone cables And mixers galore She came back to a different kind of duty.
She was stuffed to the gills By my mad packing skills This bag was no Wasilla beauty.
Since then, every day I’ve abused her this and that way With attempts to retire her from service.
I’ve worn her on my bike While camping, and on hikes, And she never required a reservist.
And still to this day This old bag keeps at bay The requirement to purchase another.
She’s been hardy and tough In the roughest of stuff No matter how I fling and shove her.
Will she last till I die? Will I care just to try? Will I donate it to my great-nephew’s niece?
Will she be displayed at my funeral, Fluffed up and really cleaned well, Along with my airplanes and PCs?
But I know this sad fact That this bag on my back Probably has a fate with far less honor.
The bag looks worn and dated, And even so highly-rated…
I think soon this bag is a goner.