I was only 9 years old
I loved Masterchief so much, I had all the merchandise and Games
I pray to Masterchief every night before bed, thanking him for the life I’ve been given
‘‘Masterchief is love’’ I say. “Masterchief is life”
My dad hears me and calls me a Yoink
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Masterchief
I called him a Yoink
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
I’m crying now, and my face hurts
I lay in bed and it’s really cold
A warmth is moving towards me
I feel something touch me
It’s Mastechief
I am so happy
He whispers into my ear “need a weapon?”
He grabs me with his powerful Spartan hands and puts me on my knees
He then continues to jump and get into a ground pound position
I’m ready
I spread my Yoink for Masterchief as he falls down at mach 10 speed
He penetrates my Yoink
It hurts so much but I do it for Masterchief
I can feel my Yoink tearing as my eyes start to water
I push against his force as he Spartan Charges my Yoink
I want to please Masterchief
He calls out a mighty call out as he fills my Yoink with his love
My dad walks in
Masterchief looks him straight in the eyes and says. “Rockets up 10 seconds”
Masterchief leaves through my window
Masterchief is love, Masterchief is life.
Thank you. I worked day and night on this poem. I shed blood, sweat and tears on that post. Im working on a sequel just for the hardcore fans. Basically any new comers who didnt read the first one will not understand part 2.
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> Thank you. I worked day and night on this poem. I shed blood, sweat and tears on that post. Im working on a sequel just for the hardcore fans. Basically any new comers who didnt read the first one will not understand part 2.