Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places
You’re off and away
Brains still in your head
Feet still on your shoes
But I will steer you
The direction I choose
You’re on your own, a true one versus one
When my long-arm hits you, you know you are done
You’ll look up and down bridges,
Look them over with care
Shouting, as I throw you,
“I don’t want to go there”
With your feet in your shoes
Right on the ridge,
You’ll screech, autistically,
as you fall off the bridge.
And you may not find
Any places to fight
In that case, of course,
I’ll say “that’s alright”
I’ll shove you, I’ll push you
From way over there
Where it’s open and empty
(with room to spare!)
To where things can happen,
Perhaps near a wall
Or frequently, if lucky,
Somewhere to fall.
And when these things happen,
Don’t worry! Don’t rage!
Just rematch up,
Up to the next stage!
OH! The places you’ll go!
You’ll be on your way down
And see such great sights,
You’ll join the high fliers
And fall from great heights!
It won’t be lag, your ISP has speed
You just happened to fight, exactly where I need
Whenever you fall, perhaps you’ll be humbled.
I shoved, you fell, just after you stumbled.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so
And sadly it’s true
But parries
And heavies
Can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
Complain and rage!
But I’ll just move on
Saying “please act your age”
And as I leave, to go throw others off
At my tactics, I know, you simply will scoff.
As we say our “goodbye”s, “good luck”s and “I’ll miss you”s
Remember, dear friend, AD MORTEM INIMICUS!
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