I've always dreamed of adventure, but now, I'm not so sure. I grew up playing video games and playing pretend in the woods. What I would've given to be Link with my own legendary quest. But these are turbulent times. Between my anxiety and the businessman-president and his blue-bird threats and the media, honestly, I'd rather curl up in a ball and stay inside my house forever. But the truth is, no one ever caught a crocodile by hiding in their house. It takes real bravery. And while I've got problems staring me down like I'm deadmeat, I've got to be a crocodile hunter. I have to. It's the only way to free the princess trapped inside.
This poem aged well —ha! Guess I got my wish to stay indoors! I caused COVID-19, so feel free to cancel me, I guess! This poem was written in 2016.
Don’t forget to blink he told me with a wink as I drank that drink and began to think is he my shrink? He has my same ink and he’s wearing the same pink things are too in sync what was in that drink? I need to find a sink get somewhere where it doesn’t stink but anywhere I go I find the same link it has me on the brink it’s time to rethink it’s time we fully interlink
He stole my sight Away through cleaves Her freckled hair lost among leaves A wit, a fancy unbecoming of us No sword or arrow could ever become thus No just This man trampled what belonged to us His heart, A link To the Past
Contempt for videogames? Misplaced feelings for the heroine? Ganon?