It's been awhile since I wrote
A poem of the revolution
Well there really only is one way
One answer, one solution
My inspiration hasn't soared
In such a long, long time
So I'm giving it a kick start
In writing this here rhyme
My home scores are improving,
In arcades I'm playing trick
On songs if played at home,
The scores would make me sick.
But at home I'm improving,
Reconciling with my mat,
(A twenty dollar second party,
What a mistake was that)
I'm getting As on basic, trick,
Surviving some maniacs!
It really helps, you see,
I'm listening to tracks.
I copied music off the 'net,
And onto a CD
And listening to them all the time
Has really helped improve me.
I used to suck at super star,
I just couldn't hit those streams,
Now it's no biggie,
I'm looking for harder themes.
They're starting to get to easy,
I hardly have a trial
On my favorite songs and mixes
On the DDR dial.
I'm trying tricks on some,
And bombing here and there,
I failed rhythm & police twice
In one day, made me pull my hair,
I was flustered that I could forget
How badly I had done
The first time that I tried it. (just hours before)
Another two tokens wasted and gone.
I'm wishing for a rival of sorts,
Just that I wasn't alone
With the maniac players on off days
And myself on the other ones.
Someone at my level,
Someone to challenge me,
Someone who doesn't leave me in dust,
Playing maniac end of the century.
(DeSoto square mall, in case any reader is in the area and wants to keep an eye out for me. I'm familiar with a couple of the arcade staff. you can try asking them if you like. Ask for Arelan. Heh, try pronouncing that. stumped? Thought so. Ah-ray-len. if you ask an employee I know, they will know who you're talking about, for obvious reasons. Okay, I'm done yammering. later! *hums bumble bee*)
A poem of the revolution
Well there really only is one way
One answer, one solution
My inspiration hasn't soared
In such a long, long time
So I'm giving it a kick start
In writing this here rhyme
My home scores are improving,
In arcades I'm playing trick
On songs if played at home,
The scores would make me sick.
But at home I'm improving,
Reconciling with my mat,
(A twenty dollar second party,
What a mistake was that)
I'm getting As on basic, trick,
Surviving some maniacs!
It really helps, you see,
I'm listening to tracks.
I copied music off the 'net,
And onto a CD
And listening to them all the time
Has really helped improve me.
I used to suck at super star,
I just couldn't hit those streams,
Now it's no biggie,
I'm looking for harder themes.
They're starting to get to easy,
I hardly have a trial
On my favorite songs and mixes
On the DDR dial.
I'm trying tricks on some,
And bombing here and there,
I failed rhythm & police twice
In one day, made me pull my hair,
I was flustered that I could forget
How badly I had done
The first time that I tried it. (just hours before)
Another two tokens wasted and gone.
I'm wishing for a rival of sorts,
Just that I wasn't alone
With the maniac players on off days
And myself on the other ones.
Someone at my level,
Someone to challenge me,
Someone who doesn't leave me in dust,
Playing maniac end of the century.
(DeSoto square mall, in case any reader is in the area and wants to keep an eye out for me. I'm familiar with a couple of the arcade staff. you can try asking them if you like. Ask for Arelan. Heh, try pronouncing that. stumped? Thought so. Ah-ray-len. if you ask an employee I know, they will know who you're talking about, for obvious reasons. Okay, I'm done yammering. later! *hums bumble bee*)