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Created on: October 02, 2008
His BR skills strong, his movement so quick.
When he drives the lasers always miss.
A pistol makes him a beast.
An AR, a monster.
But hand him a Rocket Launcher, and kills will go skyward.
Even a powerful nerd with a mullet, won't affect his deadly bullets.
His frags never miss, his shots always true
This is the man who taught me everything I knew.
My Father, the PWNer
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He came at me mercilessly with anger in his eyes.
His body language made it clear it was I that he
His BR skills strong, his movement so quick.
When he drives the lasers always miss.
A pistol makes him a beast.
An AR, a monster.
But
You fire a gun point blank range
Into the face of some nerd who's deranged
In this game he's your newest kill
His dumb screen
PONG: a Haiku
Very few pixels
Clicking of my black joy stick
A revolution
Right, right, left, up, down
You do the cheat and go
Start the car and fly to town,
Drop the bomb and know.
This game is really
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