Jitter Click
Butterfly Click
What I learned from a Professional Gamer
present tense
finger jittering
what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
butterfly
technique
no wonder I get beat
every time
grandkids, today, skip the basics
and turn professional
in no time at all
I’m pointing, stabbing
attempting to beat
the impossible
not only
must you know what to do
but
you must be nimble
and quick
one day these kids
will meet their match
I let them have fun
before they grow up
slow down
not too fast
hee hee hee
you know whose laughing
not me
…yet
Glorious gamer going by Gus generously greased giant gamma goblin
on glamourous gamma rays, galvanizing gamecock’s gallstones in the
Gallery game Gallant Glitzy Goose fuddle.
Bring a character to life.
I bring a character to life
Like video games hard core and might
Her eyes is white a glowing
Like mutant with all her glory
In dark leather from head to toe
Her armer grow every second she glow
Defeating enemies from every angle
Her powers grow like mother nature with every flow
Call in the elements of air,earth, fire, water.
They all obey for she a earth sign which they know
Resurrect all the ancient warriors and on the go
Her anger grew even from her chant it show.
I bring the character to life. And make it grow
Like a video game that we all know.
Errant hounds capriciously bustle in an exceptional position near some forsaken backwatered millpond during some quietude noontime dismal conclusion concerning the game,
Per some dense overgrowth forward furnishes an exquisite refuge over the stalked moreover the superfluous breathing of one well-earned evanescent freedom comprise paid via the pursuers prevailing pattern during this auspicious consequence,
Preeminent preyed scampers incessantly before optimism regarding its autonomy of a choice pursuit that endures stirringly as an affirmed conclusion achieves its goal amidst a unique resonance due upon by a fatal singular blast.
In the end, the right to life and the right to survive is the name of the game.
Date: 08/27/2019
Pirate
Bold fierce
Swabbing, looting, fighting
Ship, flag, chair, remote
Sitting, yawning, sleeping
Lethargic, immobile
Gamer
In the beginning god created
A blinking icon on a screen of black.
That’s when Adam, with username Eve,
Figured out how to hack.
He hacked into every computer game,
Learnt how to kill, rape, steal, he lied,
Breaking every law the computer god set,
It didn’t matter if he lived or died.
It didn’t matter because each time he died,
He was resurrected back to the start,
With every gun and weapon of choice,
Legs, arms, eyes, nose, ears, mouth and heart.
And generations have followed this guy,
Entranced by his computer game spell.
They all have different gods to worship,
From Apple to Sony to Dell.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right
B, A, select, start this big fight
Let's go, we'll make it through the night
After this, we'll both see the light
I beg of you not to give up
Don't fret, let me be your one up
Fight, fight, fight, we're not gonna stop
Fire away, we'll both reach the top
Go run and hide, fire in the hole
More bonus points, jump on the pole
Soldiers, warriors, we play the role
And now we take back what you stole
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