...
Your rhythm sounds drunk,
Your stresses are wailing.
Get some more liquid courage,
Or again you'll be bailing.
From the Precambrian past
You talk smack about slogs,
Guess it's time for an update
Let us sail through our logs.
From
the latest alone
I can see why you're drinking:
I am playing two Ghost Ships,
While your single is sinking.
Next I'm out on Safari,
You like terminals clashing.
Then my collections run off,
Cause I got Anna for trashing.
Further on we find
this one,
Here your deck has been shot.
Letting Rats eat all Treasure,
Is AI now a bot?
So lick your fresh wounds,
And ponder your losses,
Stop mistaking poor plays
For losing coin-tosses.
While I admire your efforts
Getting Goko restored,
Time to salvage your screenname,
It's falling from the leaderboard.