O what can I be a joystick shooter,
Alone and pale and quivering?
The blood has faded from your screen,
O how can she be a joystick shooter!
So haggard and so crusty?
Thy trigger finger's faintly blue,
And the console's dusty.
I see dead pixels in thine eyes
Thy skin is moist with Mountain Dew
And on thy cheeks thy spittle streams
And though hast not bathed, too.
I heard a lady in the zone a beautiful voice i moaned
Her voice was long, her guns were prepped,
And her shooting was on mark.
I armed the quip and holstered a DE,
And like a nade stepped out of zone;
She flanked my line, knifing me,which made me moan.
We sped the web all twilight long,
A strand she never slackened,
while she taunted me with every verse.
While under fire i was shock and awed'
Til we were forced to camp and bait.
And sniping true, she texted me"
I just killed you.
written by: [>B<]B1LLYBAD
