Hi, I'm gOsHaHa…. And I decided to write another poem. I think I could make a living being a traveling bard, don't you?
A CIVILIAN'S LAMENT ON JAK
What is wrong with the world today?
It's getting to the point
Where a gal can't even say
What's on her mind
Or in her head
It's like my audience
Just went to bed.
The realms over run with mutants
And monsters galore
Everyone lives in fright
Of the bloody gore.
We can't go out
We have to hide.
We might as well
All just die
The way things run in this city
Is like a blast-attack
Here in grandeur Haven city
And none even fight back.
The leader is a real poser
And a big jerk.
What we gotta do to get respect?
We gotta give him a perk?
What a riot
That'll fall through.
Sooner or later
It all does too.
So, here I am
A captive in my own home
Tall walls surround those
Who fight all alone.
For the Underground's weary
And the army's a mess
And don't get me started
On that flirty-girl Tess.
I could go on for hours
And about a miserable fact…
All hope rests
On the shoulders of Jak.