A touch of the archaic humor
like tombstones arranged in a square
the purpose the need unrequited
like no-one noticed
or cared
And yet the humor is grasped
not by the mere passer by
for here in the funeral masses
a place where nerds now reside
No girlfriends and no turmoil
they rest in mathematical graves
every emotion and feeling exotic
to online gaming
enslaved
And so it goes on for forever
controllers held in bone hands
in heaven and hell, so pathetic
entering cheat code
commands
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
A touch of the archaic humor
like tombstones arranged in a square
the purpose the need unrequited
like no-one noticed
or cared
And yet the humor is grasped
not by the mere passer by
for here in the funeral masses
a place where nerds now reside
No girlfriends and no turmoil
they rest in mathematical graves
every emotion and feeling exotic
to online gaming
enslaved
And so it goes on for forever
controllers held in bone hands
in heaven and hell, so pathetic
entering cheat code
commands
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