Ode To the Children of Cyberworld
Your gripes and complaints are o so boring
YOU WRITE IN CAPS it gets annoying
You destroy the game with accusations
You broadcast destruction on every station
You yell to everyone the sky is falling
You cry everytime the servers stalling
You need to get your priorities straight
Life doesn't revolve around game state
You butcher opinions and stuff alike
Its doubted you'll every maintain a wife
Your usually children without any patience
Its hard to believe you can retain relations
You need to realize theres much more to life
Get a dog or find a wife
You become one with the computer screen
As long as it functions you feel serene
The second it doesn't your face explodes
You scream the game will soon implode
You b*tch and moan about the game
Funny a week later its still the same
So head my warning and read my lips
You can't make babies with computer chips
