I hitch a ride on the Battle Bus,
Everyone else jumped out, I must.
I deploy my parachute below,
I glide my way to Moisty Meadow.
As I land I slurp some shields,
Extra health and a pistol I wield.
I loot the houses and **** the squads,
Which would not be possible without my mods.
I run from the storm throughout the game,
I post on the 'Gram that I won for fame.
Everyone that saw my Victory Royale,
Commented below and said "Dang, Wow!"
Now that I won, I'm the coolest around,
I walk down the halls with a figurative crown.

a silent cry
tells it all,
short breaths,
giggles in between,
is the truth funny
or is the reality just another
joke no one laughs at...

Liars
are the new sarcastics
but they are not informed
that as long as they
throw ironic phrases,
Poets already made them
as a topic for poem
with all figure of speech.