Laser Tag (poem)
Laser lenses clean, fog is creeping near, two platoons convene, misting scents of fear.
Blue and Red to battle, there is much at stake, echoing cries shall rattle, the very earth will shake!
Photograph this picture: the scene surely mucky, a lone man quoting scripture, I’m so very lucky…
Most excited/scared… I’m stoic. Proud Red! An honor… Heroic!