Kloth Vincent

If you were a dude (or a dudette as you please)
flying through space, no noise not a wheeze
of a sudden on your flanks, front left and right
you see three ships, what a terrible sight

They blip and they blap, your ship takes a nap
the sight of your wreck puts your mind into heck
they scram your pod and ask, "got any spod"
"spod is in trig space you, you spit face!"

gfs in chat they leave with a laugh
you wonder if you should have kept to starcraft
tears on your chin, your fist high in the air
you reread their win, must have been their gaming chair