Barter with me – if you can, if you dare
Let’s open my wallet, find out what’s in there
Gold, silver, copper
Is just the beginning
Credits and tokens
I’m no longer grinning
Station cash, splinters, zen points and plat
Diamonds and trophies
Can there be more than that?
Karma and laurels and items of barter
Badges and relics
This keeps getting harder
Comms, seals and symbols and crystals and shards
Marks and medallians
What, no credit card?
Carvings and mithril and spirits and G’s
Crowns, leaves and runestones
and even TP’s
Planarite and sourcestones, favors, black ice
Fragments and emblems
It’s not even nice.
Trophies and diamonds and crescents and runes
Seedlings and sparks
Will this be over soon?
Insignias, nuggets, concoctions and glory
There’s no end to this story.
Influence, renown, reputation, gold bars
Tickets and zeal
and of course Gilda Stars.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from playing MMO’s,
It’s make sure that your pockets stretch down to your toes.
This poem appears courtesy of the NBI Poetry slam. The theme this year is “Gold”. Find more (and much better) poetry by following this thread in the official NBI Forums!
Pot of Gold by Jeremy Schultz on Flickr Creative Commons