All On A Spree Poem by Doris Cornago

Field is golden brown but you're nowhere
Army's skirmishing, land laid to waste
Level up, soon enough or both dead
Pancakes plated, syrup savoring
Madly scrambling for a shield
Traffic below, horns honk
Aircon's wheezing low
Summertime heat
Slow heartbeat
Mind's blown
Boredom
Gloom
Run
Around
Your room
Anywhere cover
Don't bother, titter
Mad slaughter in the
Kingdom, so much litter
Forgot the shield, yet build
Where's your guild, sound rally
Your folly, my golly, all on a spree
Nothing's left in the pillage of village
Be with me, in the darkness, be my light
My pure delight, without a thong, not wrong