Oh!I wish I was a controller,
Trolling all around.
Instead I am a tanker,
Trudging on the ground.
Trollers cast magic spells
With light shows. Oh so bright!
A tanker just gets aggro,
And people itching for a fight!
Trollers relax and send out pets.
Then drink wine from finest crystal.
While the tanker toils and sweats,
And burps up beer when shot with pistol.
Trollers listen to Paganini
And savor the colors of spring and fall.
Tankers just read cheap graffiti
Written on the bathroom wall.
Some day I shall acend the heights,
And on my fingertip shall prance
The mobs enraptured by my spells;
They'll laugh and cry and dance
And no more toiling, pounding, sweating
On that endless roller coaster.
Instead I'll be forevermore,
A level 50 controller.
