Spectacular to some,

The crowd who can't cum,

Not for a shortfall

But just cause they're bummed.

 

A joke for the jester,

Who cant help but laugh,

Not by wit or by humor

But for things cut in half.

 

A page for the author,

Who cant write a word,

Not for lacking at trying

But for missing his herd.

 

A song for the singer,

Who bends every note,

For the purpose of learning

How to map out his throat.

 

A lense for the shooter,

Who sees things in squares,

If it hasn't been framed

Then it might not be there.

 

A screen for the gamer,

Who bends thumbs to reside,

In a world he can conquer

With an R3 burst stride.

 

A bell for the sound guy,

Who listens for pay,

While he spends his time dreaming

Of a world far away.