This poem was written after I had lost two long online HoN games, but it can be linked to any teambased online game.
I also felt that I the needed to express myself to someone who understands, comforts and cherishes, so here you are:
Today again I was beaten online
As always it was fueled by flaming and whine
Even though I played at my best
There was someone who meant I didn't pass the test
Insults touch deeper when you play with pros
It's like it's impossible to evade their blows
So the next time I try to ask, "yo team, what's up?"
Please remind me to give shut the fuck up
This fits the meter better
