Its long been said that before age of man,
He was bored and hot and needed a fan.
Sitting there in the cave,
remembering when his ancestor saved.
They pulled themselves,
up from the drink.
Climb up through the sand,
The hardest bit.
From then to now,
where ones biggest fault.
Is removing the registration entry,
from another’s vault.
Thank you hacker,
thank you scum.
Add this to the lists,
that went wrong.
God modes good,
I can see,
Don’t make me a player,
or an enemy of me.
I left it open,
but talk to me,
Just because its open,
doesn’t mean I’ll respond with glee.
Have a heart,
take a sip,
internet games,
I’m sick of it.
Been in it,
since a little kid.
Fifty years,
just hid my bid.
But I’m old,
and get bored easy.
Never-the-less,
I can get quite cheesy.
You’d rather see me,
when I’ve been all relaxed.
Things running smoothly,
and I’m not being taxed.
But are you going,
for my ether wallet.
I see you knocking,
will you hog it?
Network games,
with friends and foe.
I don’t want to play,
I just want to go.
Its the way you twist,
turn and dagger.
Its turns me cold,
I stand with a shudder.
You want some proof,
is that what it is?
That your better than me,
you’ve got a real gift..
Sure,
you are.
That’s probably right.
But sometimes winning is only half of the fight.