Lots of you out there
The ones who don’t have to sit with him
To listen to him
To sit with him
To eat with him
To embark on a new school life with him
To live with him, to live with a Vigan
And I’m here to depict my new life with a gamer
A gamer like Vigan.
In the lunch room
He would still from this day
Stare at my food with disgust
And make a small ughhhh like a moaning deer after he’s been shot
And his annoyance would grow in profusion
And he would flap his arm like a flying bird just to annoy me
And would pilfer my food when I leave his presence.
I would have to be conscientious about sitting with him in class
Or I would end up listening to hours and hours about his mutiny
In Medal of Honor
Or talk about collecting stupid colourful hats in Team Fortress two
And rankle me in many ways
Or I will be audacious to sit with him and see if one day he would talk about life
Vigan is a gamer
A gamer
who can be so prudent at maths
A gamer
Witch can be slovenly when it comes to talking
A gamer
Who will never have a serene manner when it comes to games
A gamer
Crazy
Cookoo
Childish
Like a madman from Tall Tale heart
A gamer
Who turned out to be my friend
(this poem was accepted by the gamer himself)
I like the use of the words and i like how you describe your feelings towards Vigan's actions. Nice poem and topic. I might right about Vigan one day ;)
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