By day he’s stuck in office chairs,
Filing reports, responding to stares.
Emails flood and meetings drag,
By 5 PM, he’s waving the flag.
But when the sun begins to set,
His alter ego’s goals are met.
Laptop closed, but screens ignite,
The Twitch stream’s up—he’s live tonight!
“Welcome chat, let’s wreck some noobs!”
(As he snacks on microwaved foods.)
Coffee chugged, controllers tight,
He’s gaming now, full focus—right?
Then suddenly—his boss appears?!
In chat?! With LMAOs and cheers?!
“Nice headshot, but we need that file...”
His soul just died—a painful trial.
He facepalms hard, his fate is sealed,
Tomorrow’s shift? He’s muted—peeled.
But for now, he frags and claims his throne,
A corporate pawn, a Twitch king known!
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Silver Raven
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Gaming is awesome! Great work