I'd Rather Stay Home And Play Destiny Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I'd rather stay home and play Destiny,
The factious storyline that some what gives purpose.
Although it doesn't reward fictionally.
At least there, there is an since of excitement. A peace of mind.
Exploring uncharted planets. Shooting aliens whom in turn
are programmed to shoot at you.
Rather than The day to day spent loading and unloading trucks.
The same broken down forklifts that could quit at any given moment.
It loses it's luster after a while. Especially at a billion dollar company.
Calls come out the blue, asking this and that.
Closure given to their end of useless blabbering. As at the end of the day
Your still to blame for the reason it stopped working.
At least at home the atmosphere is much peaceful.
I mean Granted, I'd be playing a game that glorifies violence.
As it Conveys shooting aliens as a means of release.
But there I'd be saving the universe with an unsung hero.
wondering what ungradable feature I'll unlock next,
instead of sitting behind a desk listening to conversations I couldn't
give two shits about. While every one might as well be shooting fish in a barrel
as everyone feels threatened when you put in more effort than the next.
The systematic crab in a barrel effect.
Putting on my best Smile to hear about the same mellow dramatic situations that plague
my ears about who done what.
The announcement of mediocre meetings that are a waste of everyone's time.
I'd rather stay home and play Destiny.
Fighting towering monsters and hoards of odd looking creatures.
Depicting which one looks most like my coworker.
The one that comes to work and does absolutely nothing.
I'd rather be frustrated pressing buttons, yelling at the screen after shooting an onslaught
of aliens that instead shoots me. Causing me to respawn with a thirst for revenge
Instead of being frustrated at the thought of wondering what the hell he does all day when he gets home.
Although I admit, Grand Theft Auto would probably be a better game to stay home and play