February 29, 2012
By , Riverview, MI
Gaming is a shot of adrenaline,
Though at times it leaves my head spinning,
War games leave me on the front lines.
The flame throwers are so hot they leave me basting,
When I play my stare is icy,
My enemies begin to gust from all sides,
I’m on the edge, this can be pricy.
The game is heated; I think I’ll hide,
I’ll take a moment to digest my position,
My pulse is racing,
If I get cooked, I’ll need a physician.
Deep despair I am facing,
There is a blizzard of bullets in the frame,
I’ll live another day to game.

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