Buttons, Mashed Please

Every

few days

(or so),

I like to prove

I can write

a

somewhat

happy

poem.

(I know,

it's shocking.)

So,

today?

Video games,

yo.

I am,

irrevocably,

a gamer girl.

Yup,

call me

that

one percent

but

I spend

my weekends

(happily!)

slayin'

those zombies

(Nazi or not)

tradin'

those Pokemon

(Dragonair,

for the win!)

strategizin'

those battle formations

(mages, go!)

fightin'

in those streets

(it gets Mortal sometimes,

this Kombat)

crossin'

with those animals

(it gets wild, this world)

brawlin'

with those Super Smash Bros.

(Olimar and his Pikmin, please!).

Many a'

midnight

I have spent

in Dungeons

with Dragons

or

in Mordor

with rings

or

wielding

the celestial brush

(five thousand points

to those

who get the reference)

...

yup,

I never could

dance

party

drink

like a teen,

but,

hell,

I can

SO

wield a controller

like one.