You ask what position I play?
Up front, I say,
In the grinder,
The cuts and bruises a reminder.
With good support from the corners, and behind,
If you’re low and fast,
You could run in blind.
Where you shoot less, and kill more,
rarely will your stories of the 50 ever bore.
Where reactions and instinct make you a name,
not the number of pots you shoot in a game.
“Your not normal, maybe crazy” we hear them all say,
but then others look to you, to break open the game.
You can feel the opposition’s heart beat and sense they are near,
sometimes so close you both share the same fear.
Forget being rational its time to just go,
It’s not written down, when its time you’ll just know.
One quick look and then you take off, gun up blasting, on a killing spree, one shot each is rarely enough.
It can all end in glory; it can all end in pain,
either way, the outcome’s usually the same...
...3 or 4 of them down at the cost of just one,
as you walk off content, “today a hero, my work here is done”
As you leave the field, now your head is held high, bonus balls start hitting you “there’s number 4 now number 5!”
You never look back, there’s simply no need, the team will clean up that’s the deal, the creed.
Unless you’ve been there you won’t understand,
the feeling you get when you take out your man.
Some get big headed after there run, but without a great team you’re merely a gun.
We respect fellow bunker monkeys for all that we do,
Although your right I think there is something loose.....
...A screw!
By Rich “Gadget” Andrews
Team Kinetic 2010
Up front, I say,
In the grinder,
The cuts and bruises a reminder.
With good support from the corners, and behind,
If you’re low and fast,
You could run in blind.
Where you shoot less, and kill more,
rarely will your stories of the 50 ever bore.
Where reactions and instinct make you a name,
not the number of pots you shoot in a game.
“Your not normal, maybe crazy” we hear them all say,
but then others look to you, to break open the game.
You can feel the opposition’s heart beat and sense they are near,
sometimes so close you both share the same fear.
Forget being rational its time to just go,
It’s not written down, when its time you’ll just know.
One quick look and then you take off, gun up blasting, on a killing spree, one shot each is rarely enough.
It can all end in glory; it can all end in pain,
either way, the outcome’s usually the same...
...3 or 4 of them down at the cost of just one,
as you walk off content, “today a hero, my work here is done”
As you leave the field, now your head is held high, bonus balls start hitting you “there’s number 4 now number 5!”
You never look back, there’s simply no need, the team will clean up that’s the deal, the creed.
Unless you’ve been there you won’t understand,
the feeling you get when you take out your man.
Some get big headed after there run, but without a great team you’re merely a gun.
We respect fellow bunker monkeys for all that we do,
Although your right I think there is something loose.....
...A screw!
By Rich “Gadget” Andrews
Team Kinetic 2010
