Not that thuggish...for school.
I sit on the chair to the right.
The T.V is tilted in that position as if it might
Have been turned purposefully in that direction.
It is for that reason that for it, I hold affection.
If you are to visit on any particular day,
You may sit on the left and look with dismay.
The T.V is not pointed in your direction.
All you see is the room’s reflection.
It is at that time that we decide
That the T.V should not face either side.
With both of us in equal view,
We continue our game with spirits renewed.
Rumps glued to our seats, eyes glued to the screen.
Our characters don deadly M-16’s.
With a slight of the hand, enemies’ lives erased.
“Drat!” they exclaim, as they respawn back at base.
A “thwump” is heard as a grenade shoots from its tube.
As I clutch my wound, my last words uttered: “what a noob”.
Our wrists ache as carpal tunnel sets in
“Victory” scrawls cross the screen, the game was a win.
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I see you use the M-16,
ReplyDeleteBut the AK is also pretty mean.
With power greater than all the others
It sends my enemies crying to their mothers.
That is, if they manage to survive.
There are very few left alive.
I'm so ruthless they call me cold-blooded,
Bodies and 'copters, with bullets, will be studded.
But it's alright,
I know you can't handle the AK's might.
You see, I'm Prestige.
Soon you'll be bowing and saying, "Mercy, my liege."
But I really like you,
Maybe someday you'll make your debut
As a soldier, one day commander,
Maybe as strong as the Great Alexander.
Remember, however, young padawan,
That it takes more than pure brawn.
You also need brains
To keep the blood flowing in your veins.
Remember these words, good sir,
And to you, my power will transfer.