Paintball Poem (12)

Many people I love (my dad, brothers, friends) enjoy paintballing, so I wrote them a metaphorical poem relating the game of paintball to the game of life. It is fairly cheesy, and inexperienced individuals will not understand the brilliance of it. Nonetheless here it is:

Paintball: The Game of Life

By: Chelsea Woodrum

Another welt, another blow

Into the dead box I must go

Dorito One, Snake Two

The enemy lies out of view

 

One by one they all die

Until there is just one more guy

We all watch from afar

Knowing his skills aren't up to par

We all are teammates by trade

And our brotherhood will never fade

Devotion is our inspiration

While fame is our aspiration

The game of life, some may say

Paintball is our day to day

And just like life’s a battle still

We put our all in every drill

Our enemy lies across the field

With only a bunker as his shield

We arm ourselves with balls of paint

Even though our spirits are faint

We lost the first and second round

And still the battles all abound

The war is ending as of now

With one more shot we’ll take a bow