Youth is dead, long live immaturity
Go ahead and disregard me,
call me childish, call me silly.
All because we disagree,
on a matter of terminology.
I say collectibles, you say toys,
Only suitable for girls and boys.
Personally I’d call excessive drinking,
An indicator of immature thinking.
Not to say that I don’t enjoy a glass,
Whilst defining my warrior class.
To some these two can’t co-exist,
I don’t agree and must insist,
What you call immaturity,
Is my everyday reality.
Don’t ignore me because I game,
My opinion is valid all the same.
Youth is dead, it’s gone away,
But that doesn’t mean I can’t still play.