Don’t start a game ending in death,
Something there: forfeiture of breath!
Don’t mind Superstar Bruce Lee,
His Game of Death Kung Fu we see.
Next, the player lodged in some heath,
To The Living Death: Living Threat!”
Don’t think of a game marked by risk.
The sort guys start and taste the whisk
“You’re a rogue who’d begun to frisk:
You were breathing fast, your steps brisk!”
Great hopes from games lovers treasure:
Don’t think its pleasure a measure:
You wrongly measure its pleasure,
Games should often be for leisure…
Addressed I have one’s intellect:
A message for it to collect.
The Bruce Lee’s days was a kun fu stage. His fighting style lasted for quite a while. His hits and kicks was used with his slashing sticks. As he screams and screams, he takes over his dragon dreams. Did you know that he was a fantastic dancer with a tad touch from a bee’s stinger. Bruce Lee had set mind goals in movie scripts he stole. He had motivation with God’s spirit who fought in a wonderful creation. He loved nature and his chinese culture. Bruce Lee is a eye of strength that will always see. He will always be remembered and will flow with the wind in un change hindered.