Hate for the player

I've played for a long time

I played before I learned the rules

I played before I knew it was a game

I was born to play

My life is a series of pencil swords

And notebook shields

Cantina courtyards and library dungeons

My bicycle my horse

You cannot win the game, the game never stops

You win a round and get to keep going

The only thing you know for sure

Is when you have lost

I've never lost, though it's been damn close

Down in the dust

Pushed in further by a friend

That's how you learn to play rouge

Before you can put the crown on your head

Or sit your fat ass down in the chair

You're stabbed with the sword of progression

By a guard in your court

So Game of Thrones

Go home

And lie down.