Some drunk poetry. *hic*
Death of a Pilot
I fire my Subach's at the enemy,
it's destruction a mighty pleasure,
yet I do not know that one is behind me,
the strike is fast and I lose cabin presure.
I'm starting to fall unconsious,
as my nose starts to bleed,
I know I should be more cautious,
but I feel like I am freed.
As my ship explodes in fire,
my lungs filled with laughter,
everyone thought I was a liar,
when I screwed the admiral's daughter!