User blog:Teacup Terry/A poem about RNG

Alright, I know this I should going to be dumb but I don't care. A poem about RNG: We cater to enslavers like their hosts. You'd think, and yet, it matters all the most. To unseen gods for fortunes we must get. Control and let us down like miserable marionettes. by petty things like packs in PvZ. The heartless puppeteer, the RNG.
 * "Stay comfy, now, and please enjoy your stay."
 * "Surely, a dice roll wouldn't save our day!"
 * We pray and pray, we beg and beg and plead
 * Yet day and day, we're let down by these gods.
 * Pray, hope to not be jinxed selectively
 * Instead, go point fingers at your true enemy