Look at the stone, all majestic and gray;
It makes mountains strong and foundations stay.
Stone can be gems or statues or a castle
And if you think paper beats them, then you are an assh’le.
Tag Archives: Games
Video Games
People go to work
Eight hours a day
Clicking buttons mindlessly
To earn their meager pay,
After which they go home
And spend sixty bucks
To click buttons mindlessly
And then say their life sucks…
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Some People Get Paid Millions For This…
If you have a friend who is male
Here’s a game that will never get stale:
Find a sports team or three,
Guess who’ll win, disagree…
You’ll be right half the time without fail!
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One Night, But There’s No Standing
She stands tall and beautiful,
Symmetrical and brown.
Little did I know my touch
Will bring her crashing down.
Everyone around her stares
In silence, tense and fun
And I know I must reach out
And be her only one.
I know not where to try my luck,
So I start with her feet
Then move attention to her head,
The first trial complete.
Still she stands, but shaken
By the change in her I’ve wrought.
My hands keep going back to her
Despite how hard I fought.
All through the night I push and pull
And hope that I could change her,
But it is I who lost my nerve
Amidst an air of danger.
I thought I’d stand so tall and proud
And thought she’d do the same.
Alas, together we collapse;
Thus ends the Jenga game.
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If America Were A Game
Hey there Trump
And hey there Biden!
Joe will be seekin’
And Don will be hidin’.
Don tuns away
And Joe starts to count…
“One, two, three-hundred-thousand
“Or something… an amount.
“Ready or not,
“Here I come.”
OMG, Don’s not hidden…
He must be dumb.
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Space Travel and the Perils of Mobile Gaming
In yonder black beyond the sky
Where only stars call home
We set the scene for what’s to come
To those who in it roam:
Ten passengers, a crew do make
Of the mighty spaceship, Skeld.
‘Tis on this craft a tale of woe
For you, tonight, is held.
Each crewmate dons a colored suit,
Of yellow, orange, cyan,
Pink, lime, red, black, blue, or green
Else white, violet, or tan.
‘Tween seven and nine are loyal crew
While one to three impostors stalk;
The majority have tasks to do,
Whilst among them evil walks.
Some may vouch for one another
If a task completed be,
While other times they may accuse
One whom with a corpse they see.
The corpse in question comes of course
From the impostor’s dubious deeds:
By fist or gun or alien maw
The tainted crew fulfills their needs.
Anyone can call a meeting
When a body’s finally found
And good and evil, roles unknown
Within the cafe gather round.
A choir of “Where?” Is said by all
Until the meeting’s caller may tell
The identity of the fallen mate
And the room in which they fell.
The rainbow spacemen then take turns
Declaring one another “sus,”
Casting blame without a clue…
Such is the game called “Among Us.”
Whoever’s name is called the most
Is thrown into the great beyond.
This repeats until such time
As evil’s purged or good is gone.
Time then, in mysterious ways,
Returns to whence the quest began.
If you want to live this dream
Download the app and soon you can.
But fear not only those who lurk
As black or pink or red or lime…
Fear the monster of this life
Which is the loss of your free time!
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Horror Movies
Steve wanted to scare me
So he said “Guess what’s groovy?
“In ten years they’ll probably
“Make Jenga: The Movie.”
I wanted revenge,
To give Steve what was due,
So I said, “In twelve years
“They might make Jenga 2.”
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Batman Problems
Dick and Bruce went on a trip.
Dick asked “want to play Battleship?”
Bruce said “Sure, I want to play,
“But what’s a tleship anyway?”
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When You Spend Mauritanian Money To Play A Gregorian Cadence On A Welsh Instrument (And No One Will Play Board Games With You Anymore)
I spent lots of oguiya
To buy a crwths
So I could perform a euouae.
If you think this is nonsense
But I know better…
I’ve read the Scrabble dictionary. Hooray!
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A Competitive Game
I asked the rock-paper-scissors champion
The secret of which symbol’s best to choose.
He smiled as he answered: “The key to my success
“Is, when I play, I always try to lose.”
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