Left 4 Dead

Hunters and Boomers
all up in mah face,
hands get so sweaty,
mah heart starts to race

I stand like a retard
all covered in puke
then in comes mah saviour
with a big fuckin nuke

Blowing up cans
he blasts them to bits
while I sit with my eyes shut
skuurred off my tits!!

Along comes a smoker
tongue like a big peen
it wraps round my neck
and omb's straight on the scene

hitting and punchin
with all of his might
while I can't move a muscle
I'm frozen with fright

I hide round the corner
away from the witch
leave my team mates to kill her
"burn fugly bitch!"

here comes the big guy
yup it's time for the tank
good luck with him omb,
I'm off for a wank!

Author notes

Unless you are familiar with the game Left 4 Dead, this poem will make no sense at all.

It's just a bit of fun for those that would get it, not to be taken seriously as any kind of poetic master piece so don't waste your finger muscles telling me you don't like the last line or that my punctuation sucks. kkthxbai.