Dropping glib asides
in the vidja game vernacular
dull observers at best
on the annual spectacular
Hey you cool kids:
get the hell off my lawn
High time I calculate
and contemplate the spawn
Point of appearance
moment of rebirth
Behold the light
and be sworn
witness to its worth
this has got to be the year
new possibilities spawn
this low ebb
this pining for dawn
just when I'm counted out
I'll reappear
transformed by the spawn point
newly freed from fear
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