Drink
Shat
Where is the cat?
Fecal shiner
Unholy Shriner
Chasing me on his cart
Draining mind flame
Screaming rhyme game
The word of lords
lying for ladies
Prancing hordes
Eschewing Maybes
Orc tattooed arms
The great hall of shame
Geeky little farms
D&D is the game
Orbiting wisdom with time it took
Just the lore from a gaming book
Oh laughter did hinge within the halls
Hurled by those who played with balls
The zits that freeze upon a face
The lockered halls the new disgrace
Time would heal the wounds of cliques
You'd recall being the toy of dicks
Free with time the cocoon you'd breach
And towards new things you would reach
The ball toting fools that kept you down
Would never leave their lauded town
You would fly free and far travel wide
Your mind showing you the other side
Each person walks a journey their own
Free and looking we're never alone
Some will hide in accomplishments of the past
When time passes they'll always come in last
Draped in our creations and lulled by our attacks
Forgotten or remembered who will have our backs
The creature of time
The mental fine line
Working for a purpose
Or living in our past
Leaping like a porpoise
Or forgotten at last
Each of us has a time traveled game
Our choices leading maybe to fame
If not if so
Time will know
Yet freedom is a choice
Use it and rejoice