EPTPoem: It's just a game
"It's just a game,"
that's what they say.
And I agree, I too can see
that the medics and stimmers
the lurkers and larvae
are just pixels that swim
across a screen so small.
"It's just a game,"
That what I said,
the riches of life
seemed better instead.
I forgot the zealot and
his after-life goon.
I put down the siege-tank
and his cannon, its doom.
"It's just a game,"
so come over and play.
Summers with hot fans,
pizzas today. We
divy the map and
conquer the land. When
it hits later hours,
we defend our towers.
"It's just a game,"
I sought some peace.
I relax, they commentated
a visual feast
of flashes and boxers and
miracle moves. Precision
perfection at the strangest
of hours. A whispering
commentary, a display
of toss power.
"It's just a game,"
I think I can do this.
Refining my timing,
my macro, my methods.
"It's just a game,"
I've been pwn'd like a
n00b. Resisting my rage,
life lessons intrude.
Just a game, but look now
twelve years. Each season
a friend to share past the fears.
There's no illusion
that this
is all life,
but Starcraft
for me
is one welcome spice.
