A gamer's heart beats,
But your pulse remains so still,
Controller in hand,
Your lack of skill, a disgrace,
In gaming, you have no place.
Your reflexes slow,
Like molasses in winter,
Buttons you fumble,
Eyes glazed, mind devoid of thought,
A gaming failure, distraught.
Your tactics are weak,
Your strategies unrefined,
Games, you cannot win,
Like a ship without a sail,
Lost, you flounder and you fail.
In this digital world,
You're a mere NPC,
An insignificant foe,
Easy to defeat, and so,
Gaming prowess, you'll never know.
Your score, always low,
Your combos, never impressive,
As you muddle through,
Watching others surge ahead,
In your shame, you hang your head.
So step aside now,
And let the true gamers play,
The ones who succeed,
While you, in your defeat, fade,
Into obscurity, dismayed. | With each passing game,
You prove you're not fit to play,
Your lack of focus,
A plague upon the gaming world,
Where only the strong survive.
As you stumble on,
Tripping over every task,
Your presence is felt,
A hindrance to every team,
Your defeat, an expected theme.
Your aim, a wild goose,
Your reflexes, far too slow,
Button mashing fails,
When precision is the key,
A truth you'll never truly see.
In gaming, there's no place,
For someone like you, so frail,
You bring down the mood,
Of every lobby, every group,
As your failures start to droop.
Like a tragic tale,
Your gameplay is a travesty,
With no plot, no point,
A journey with no reward,
A hollow shell, a gaming fraud.
While others strive on,
With skill, cunning, and control,
You flounder and fall,
A hapless pawn, in the fray,
A loser in every way. | Your name, a mere footnote,
In the annals of gaming lore,
A sad, fleeting blip,
Easily forgotten, ignored,
As you crawl back, defeated, floored.
Your gaming skills lack,
As do your strategy plans,
Your button pressing,
A frantic act of despair,
Your defeat, a foregone snare.
With each passing day,
Your gaming flaws more profound,
An easy target,
For every enemy, and friend,
Your defeat, always a trend.
Your reactions slow,
As you fail to keep the pace,
Mistakes you repeat,
A broken record on loop,
A constant source of disdain.
In gaming, you're doomed,
A lost cause, with no redemption,
No strength to persevere,
In the face of every threat,
A failure you'll always get.
Your moves, so predictable,
An open book, easy read,
Your mind, so limited,
No strategy, no surprise,
Just a constant flow of sighs.
So leave the gaming,
To those who can actually play,
And spare us your woes,
Your endless cycle of shame,
A tired, old, repeating game |
