We Were Dorks

I figure I'd share one of the only serious rhymes I've ever written. Its a little older than some of the others I've done, started and finished on May 12th, 2009. Despite the context, the piece is meant to be taken in a lighthearted manner. Nothing was ever taboo or too serious in my circle.

It sucks when you lose a really good friend

Someone who stuck out the thick and the thin

A person who taught you to reach from within

And garnished a respect not many can win

Side by side, we blasted on fools and fool-kin

Intellectually dissecting their ill-bred opinions

Murdering the status quo together as friends

Staving off sheeple riding media imposed whims

Throughout hazy afternoons and countless nights

We discovered our right to think and explore

A mental landscape not many know of

Of sociological shenanigans, we pulled out the rug

We dismantled many fools; methodically, unapologetically

Destroying fraudulent convictions; utterly and totally

We made many examples, these insights we did steal

You could call it real-life trolling, we called it being real

But yesterday, my friend took one to the chest

Twenty-six years lived fully, his soul laid to rest

His heart bailed out tolling a massive physical debt

The memories he left we will nevar forget

So instead we'll focus on what he left positive

His hobbies, his influence, his black and blue dominance

He might even use a character named Ness

Putting it lightly, you'd be left in a mess

He was most advanced at games of all sorts

CCGs, FPSs; ya know, soul food for dorks

We spent countless hours polishing our skills

Perfect Dark, Smash Bros; racking up kills

He'd even own you at paper RPGs

Assamite, Malkavian; you'd be brought to your knees

He took an approach quite light-heartedly

Which might leave you thinking, "now seriously ..."

Which compounded the fact; he was owning your face

Whilst smiling, laughing, and maintaining his grace

His game was complex, evolved, and hedged

He personified the expression, "never let them see you sweat"

So we can leave it at this, he was not to be pitied

His angle was genius, you'd have to be privy

To fully understand, this man was no bitch

If shit hit the fan, you'd be left in a ditch

I'll say one more thing, there is positive in his passing

Having thought very deeply, I plan to be long lasting

But now, I am no longer fearful of death

For sitting on the other side, when my ticket's pulled late

A guy most profound, whom I can definitely relate