Once I'm told nearly choked to death on-air.
Fact is I was blackout drunk, didn't care.
Driving cartoon cars, killing alien bits.
It's the game, just a game, didn't need to give a shit!
Drunk driving online is no crime spree.
At least not in reality.
The need to be adored, could never be filled.
No matter how many cartoon combatants killed.
The soul or spirit is far to complex.
To be filled, by money, applause, or that three letter word ending in X.
Now I create without need, or regard.
As to whether or not I'm called, Fuktard.
©arcannus
A