The muse has struck me.
Please forgive my slightly pitiful verse, but I figure I haven't posted in a while, I might as well pop this up for anyone who READS this thing...
As I sit with my phasers and chatrooms,
I'm struck with a terrible truth.
The future is bleak
For the unattached geek
Who still lives under his parents' roof
The ladies who see us in public,
Describe us as "nasty" or "weird,"
We're just like other men,
Though we play - now and then -
Valiant Jedi with saber and beard.
I meet with my friends in the basement,
And we ponder why such things must be,
Then two minutes go by,
And we've started to cry,
So we give up and play DnD
But whining won't help my dilemma,
Even whining in rhyme and with verse,
So I'll go (just the same)
Play a video game,
And just hope that it doesn't get worse!
As I sit with my phasers and chatrooms,
I'm struck with a terrible truth.
The future is bleak
For the unattached geek
Who still lives under his parents' roof
The ladies who see us in public,
Describe us as "nasty" or "weird,"
We're just like other men,
Though we play - now and then -
Valiant Jedi with saber and beard.
I meet with my friends in the basement,
And we ponder why such things must be,
Then two minutes go by,
And we've started to cry,
So we give up and play DnD
But whining won't help my dilemma,
Even whining in rhyme and with verse,
So I'll go (just the same)
Play a video game,
And just hope that it doesn't get worse!