Tactical Nuke Poetry
I take a look upon the ground.
The bullets sing, a lovely sound.
As in these many lives I lead,
it's in 1 round I must succeed.
I do the same as many do.
I take a shot.
Kill him , Kill you.
I check the score, more bullets ring.
I run, I stick, I "Pwn" some things!
But still I cannot seem to grasp that crowning spot,
I'm not dead last. But still I cannot rest with that-
--boop-beep---
