The Banker

The Banker

 

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One by one I stand and watch,

The favored characters leave.

They go to fight in far off lands,

That I’ll likely never see.

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I might be sportin’ spiffy clothes,

I might be dressed in rags,

The only thing that counts to them,

Is what is in my bags.

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I’d love to go there with them,

But they say they need me here.

To keep the home fires burning,

And help repair their gear.

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With freshly purchased flasks and such,

I send them on their way.

To go and throw themselves against,

The raid boss of the day.

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I may not get achievements,

They claim I never fight,

What about the cut-throat posts,

In the Auction House last night?

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So here I sit in Ironforge,

Running to and fro,

I wonder what it’s like outside,

Man I’d like to go.

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Then again my lot in life,

Is not to leave the town.

But to be the one who stays behind,

And never lets them down.

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Fully geared and level capped,

They look down on me to much.

They think a real main character,

Should go save the world and such.

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Well raiding characters come and go.

The same with “mains” for PvP.

The only constant in this gang,

Is the Banker, a’la ME.

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~Dechion.