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Practice
Like a korean you ignore the pain.
Are you from league or a great star-crafter?
Don't forget to rewatch or you won't gain
the sacred skill you are fiercely after.
Game after game the same build you repeat,
To win you know the main game theory,
and it's nothing if the screen shows defeat,
but still to you it feels sadly teary
on the weekend it's the time for tourney,
your inner competitor is showing,
it is part of your incessant journey
the last pieces added to your making.
To become a pro at night you dream of,
it is ,after all, the game that we love.
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Click
Click, clack, click, clack pummel the A P M.
Green square,green square, composes the fast mouse.
To most people those are sounds they condemn,
to be useless and fancy they jalouse.
click, clack, click, clack does the impressive chant.
Be careful or your wrists you will destroy.
Try to stop and spoiler alert: you can't,
to click is now your favorite lil toy.
Click, clack, click, clack that is now how you type.
You can quit starcraft, but it won't quit you.
Fourteen CC , Double drop and hatch snipe,
add a pinch of salt and that's how we grew.
Click, clack, click, clack "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?",
It is just game, I swear that is nothing!
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Snoop Dogg
He is the one double o double g,
his tunes are quite chilling to the ear,
you can put it even if you drink tea,
his rap is godlike, really, top tier.
How old he is today, you would not guess,
Back in the day with dre he was rapping.
Choose an album's playlist and play you press,
I assure you gonna be listening
for hours at end, again I assure you!
Even if he is not the most hardcore.
Don't forget to check the featurings too.
Now put an album on and close the door,
unless your parents are K with the thug.
Brilliant! like some antidepressant drug.
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Suicidal
This sick sad world, right now, I want to leave.
It might be a bit too late or early.
Just read it when you are ready to grieve,
I do just hope this is not too twirly.
I am writing to you on this grey day,
to tell you about my -I hope- last trip.
Please have stopped this twisted joke of a play!
My role I completed, let's leave the ship!
I just hope I do not fail this last try,
at -for once- doing something relevant.
Whether I do or not, please do not cry,
try and see it as a mere incident.
My mind! you can try and diagnose her,
but for now, let me plug the old toaster.
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Money
Once I heard, Money makes the world go round,
This motto I perfectly know too well.
of our society it is the ground,
a fool only could have another tell,
maybe he would be the most deductive?
I wonder, is greed nature or nurture?
They do say you have to be productive!
so let's focus and stop the conjecture
No money is one of my deepest fear,
for I don't want to become a hobo.
Sometimes it even makes me shed a tear,
then my nose becomes a noisy oboe.
If you say Money can't buy happiness,
then please, just give it to me your highness.
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Dungeon
The magic number seems to be just eight.
Sometimes a key is not necessary.
But for the final road you have to wait,
first, instruments or badges you'll collect.
Each room you want to clear clean and complete,
some treasure you will, for later, acquire
and each enemy you want to defeat,
the big boss has what you truly desire.
Get ready before the final battle,
get your health back and go buy some potions,
Are you ready? Let's go enough prattle!
Don't get overwhelmed by your emotions!
Finally the world and princess are saved,
Your great nickname forever is engraved.
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Reign
There is only one T who rules them all,
even the old Gods and young foreigners!
In KR NA EU he did sprawl,
ask all the zergs, they sure do remember.
Four times he did lift the only trophy,
FOUR TIMES I SAY, not a mere achievement!
Always he seems to impose his sophy,
but two times, what a slight disagreement
He is M V P and long was his reign.
Nowadays like a ghost he does behave,
maybe he is healing his inner pain,
even though secretly his plays I crave.
His micro and macro were some blessings,
All hail the almighty! The king of wings!
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1K
Did you hear about the impressive feat,
the two of them achieve, our dear COMRADES!
I wonder what kind of sound was the beat,
of them ,for hours typing on their numpads.
Maybe , the keys, they were just hammering,
What am I saying? I should be dismantle!
Their amazing work deserves an earning!
And that is why they get the great title.
That goes with a great neat fruit-like color,
close to the one of the ugly shitter,
O well it is still an unmatched honor,
while the other one is just a litter.
Yay! Yay! We did it! We did it reddit!
1 K campions without an edit!
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Youth
The first half spent wishing to be older...
You already know that tale.Then it goes:
the second spent wishing to be younger.
This is just a matter of time that shows
that the wise -after times- got the knowledge,
you need to lay back and enjoy the life.
So, if right now you are in a college,
get the hell out and embrace the nightlife.
For time is not only an enemy,
it can also be such a great ally.
But it does stay true to his renomee,
of running fast and tending to fly-by.
Look at the future, don't swell on the past,
for the -important- present does not last.
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Pencil
Let me tell you of an unknown hero,
or heroine based on your idiom.
his descendant is the famous biro.
For art and math it is a medium.
his side-kick is made from wood just like him,
but a form of carbon consists his core.
Often of practice he is synonym,
but it's the main tool of a great senor.
your mistakes, easily you can erase,
but careful for it will not be lasting.
Well used on paper, it shows lots of grace,
of great creation it is forecasting.
O pencil, O wonderful sacred tool,
To my lame prose, you are one of the fuel.
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France
O France, you are the great nation of cheese,
yellow, white, red, orange, black or just blue,
it will get you fat but it's such a tease,
starve me from it and I become cuckoo.
O France, you are the great nation of wine,
dry,white, "rosé", brown or red of bordeaux,
without it the dinner you can decline,
that "mon ami" is the life "au chateau"
O France, you are the great nation of bread,
but also of the great viennoiseries,
for all of them I could lose my lil head...
Did I tell you of the rotisseries?
O France sweet country of freedom and schmucks,
I offer to you this poem deluxe.
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Zoolock
First there is a neat class you have to pick,
Let us try warlock, how bad can it be?
this power...to my greed it gives a kick.
Handlock, zoolock, malylock, hmm let's see...
What about zoolock? Will it be my grail?
To my poor skill, it can be a lever.
Sometimes to dig, leads you to a sure fail,
but a good tap, it can be so clever!
Position, trade, tap, face, lethal, and bluff
it gives me some deeper comprehension.
However a win is never enough,
to each season its own variation.
On the long road of success I should walk,
for that my deck of choice is but zoolock.
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Walking
I wandered off the main sacrosanct road.
I was tired of people passing by me,
Even-though I had my own dull workload.
I continue to walk under that tree,
The tree of life, big, scary and sacred,
But I admit, I am tired of walking.
I fear, my mind is, forever tainted.
And "Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking".
This one is from B I G, rest in peace.
To dust ultimately I might return,
for now my will is on steady decrease.
Nowadays, to sleep forever I yearn.
One step at a time I shall continue,
I think I will stop here, what about you?
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Game of thrones
Together, under the snow, they all stand,
Against the enemy they must defeat,
This final epic poem is quite bland,
But they have to unit for a final beat.
Tyrion is here, standing with Bronn his friend,
Cersei is dead, it was a choice of great
meme on the internet, o what a trend
to make fun of her , o so common, fate.
It was brandon the warg who united,
the fair and the red, whoever this is,
and all of those who wished to be cited,
to fight the whites wights who make you hairs frizz.
Then the world is back to his old routine.
The story was never about a queen.
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Journey
Of one far away place I've been dreaming,
where my temper would be lulled forever.
I fear that the ailment might keep chasing
my tortured soul that I want to sever.
I tried to flee the curse of my birthplace,
alas I can't find a so needed rest.
to find some sleep I filled me a bookcase,
to help myself with this soul gnawing quest.
city to city, country to country,
I walk, seat, lie, and always move forward,
what I am looking for... a mystery
even the plagues will not stop me, ONWARD!
My mind on the haven, I missed the key...
My ...I forgot to enjoy the journey!
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Jungle
Stop and tell me, can you hear the rumble?
It's from an ancient rite that it rises,
it talks of an unthinkable battle,
you heard of it, the one fight through the ages.
Around a fire they try and gather,
to keep warm and pass the peace calumet,
outside the circle, their voices wither,
they smoke to forget about their kismet.
Sometimes one stands up and leave the haven,
and into the fierce jungle he wanders
All they mumble, did he move to heaven?
or will he comes back with some wonders?
If one day you're lost, follow the river,
or try and join us around the fire.
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Fetish
Girl when I think of you I fantasize,
trying to figure what you are into,
will you smoke while we do some exercise,
maybe you want to read an impromptu?
that would be weird, but who am I to judge?
your feet, your sweet ankle, your collar bone,
I like them all girl, no need to prejudge,
all I want is to cum on your cheekbone.
Let me access and read your bucket-list,
maybe we can try and experiment,
with multiple men? that on my blacklist...
it's K though, to try toys is my preachment.
Please tell me, tell me you want to fuck me,
I want to sutdy your anatomy.
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Night.
How much longer will last that awful night?
I question myself as I roll over,
wondering if that's a dream that I fight,
or a simple case of a dull fever.
After all I see the sun, finally!
Get up! Get dress! Escape this dream! I say,
to my poor fully exhausted body
for which to the church, with the priest, I'll pray.
At night I come back home and close the door,
and I lie in the bed that I have made.
Help me mother not that dream! not once more!
I thought after all that time, it had fade!
Once again I wonder, Will I wake up?
Or is it eternally my lock-up?
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Winter
I love winter and its white finery,
the sky is light-grey and soon it turns dark.
It's the month of chants and great cookery,
Pick a book, take over at my bookmark
You see the dim lights from outside are blurred
by the fuzzy mist and restless snowing.
the fire place helps facing the blizzard,
through the window you can see the lighting.
If you go outside you got to dress up,
gloves, scarf, beanie, black timbs and a big coat,
if your socks get wet come in and warm up,
you don't want to get sick and miss the gloat!
It's winter time, neat time for a gamer!
It's winter time, time of a good dinner!
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Urge
can you Tell me, do you feel that urge too,
to plug online and put on that clown mask,
because make up is not enough for you,
quick jump on that chat, it is like your flask.
You are addicted, not to a substance,
but to joke about your pathetic life.
You tell some lies but you seek acceptance,
online you are not afraid of a strife.
Maybe you should quit while you are ahead,
stop complaining and start on the changes,
you can do better you're not an airhead,
go outside, come on leave those stupid douches
If it ever come back, the silent urge,
let's talk, together we can fight the scourge
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