Some say love it is a server,
that drowns a framerate's speed.
Some say love it is a squadie...
that leaves your side to bleed
Some say love it is a flight sim
an endless stream of dweebs.
I say love it is an office...
and you it's only need.
It's the bish afraid of breaking
that never learns to climb
It's the rook afraid of crashing that never takes the dive
It's the knight who won't be taken
who cannot seem to win
and the soul afraid of reality that sits home playing sims.
When the main has grown too lonely
and the climb has been too long
and you think that rank is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember, in the winter when hitech gives us snow...
lies the dweeb
that with a straight shot,
in the spring
becomes a HOooooooooooo....
(fade...cut to rose...aaaaannnnnd cut)
welcome aboard rosie.
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