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"pwning" poems
Oh, how I always wanted to live in an 8-bit world Side-scrolling action Duck hunts galore As much currency as a first-world country It’s hard not to love it From Pokémon to Kid Icarus The nostalgia nearly takes my breath away I won’t let problems stack up like Tetris I’m not being chased by ghosts crying, “Wacka, wacka, wacka, wacka, wacka” This isn’t a video game, it’s real life When you die you don’t respawn like nothing ever happened No, this is it. One life. I’m placing blocks in Minecraft Pwning n00bz in Call of Duty Gaining headshots on Grunts like Master Chief Gathering rings in Sonic the Hedgehog Sneaking around like Ezio Auditore da Firenze And delivering newspapers like Paperboy While escaping the mysterious Slenderman I’m living in this virtual world without danger I don’t want to make it on these streets like Frogger I don’t have big shoes to fill like the plumber or the blue blur This ain’t no sandbox or first-person shooter, it’s reality So, live it to the fullest, don’t rage quit
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
8-bit Feeling
We post, tweet, google and skype We re, fwd, edit and code We have so much access, to so much tripe. We log in, connect, update, download Instant information, endless exploration constant zombification Our wireless Nation Pale electric shadows, cast on the walls. Unable to break from the gripping siren's call Camping the bodies pwning the noobs sniping their medic just for the luls Mining down deeply, into the nether Waiting for spawns that follow the weather Collecting the pets, weapons, mounts Getting achievements that cross all accounts So much to amaze, mesmerize, and entertain All the things to look up, argue about, explain A race with access to knowledge galore and still we demand faster, better, MORE!
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
Technologme