The Gamer
The gamer, the most malnourished of them all
Their lives mounted upon a bland wall
And their aspirations placed into these achievements
Why do they feel this great fulfillment
When all they do is push buttons
This life they live is just nothing
They cannot even go into the sunlight
Because the spent their night playing Dead by Daylight
Their ways of shunning a real adventure
Makes for great prospects of a business venture
The dark circles under their tired eyes
Brought by gaming their favorite franchise
When you talk to one of them
They think of you as the problem
Their games are an all powerful savior
Breathing a life into these lifeless players
Their faded jeans and their graphic tee's
Only provide the world with what it needs
What a waste of wise puzzle people
Their GTA crimes should be made illegal
I know I'm speaking to the choir
But their gun-violence should be cease-fired
Their pale faces will never show again
There controller will bring them to abstain
Oh the power brought about by the console
Hinders the might of a gamers payroll
What else can I say about gamers
Without having an M rating disclaimer.
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I wrote this in my English class this year. We were suppose to pick something we do and make fun of it as well as exaggerate it. Hope y'all enjoy!
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Paths: A collection of Poems and Short Stories
PoetryThese are poems and some short stories I have written over the years. Some are good, some are from a younger me. I have a deep love for poetry and I hope anybody who reads these poems and stories enjoys them as well.
