Frequencity

I dont wan't to use the word 'ode to' here for fear of misuse of the word and lack of desire to find meaning but this is my poem about the game Last of Us on Ps3 There with a click A scar on your neck On your guard you must be for they will attack Hope is dim as skies are black With a brick and a bottle your enemies you will throttle, with a bat or a bar you might leave a scar you must choose what to use to ensure to intrude and abuse til they lose and wont get very far With knives in a bomb you can't got too worng and thats the god honest truth but there's mol- o - tov cock tails that can't seem to not fail Zombie slayer they will hail I t