Lasers, Fancy Lads, and Cool Points...Oh My!

Digital rays defending air and land,
I'll call it a "laser," just as we planned,
Popstars running around in expensive cars,
While Ben Affleck runs 'round in expensive stars,
Fancy lads frollicking around aimlessly,
Drinking cheap wine and getting along famously,
Forgetting what it feels like to be normal,
Penguins are smug and a little too formal,
Afraid of waking up from my nightmare,
Repeatedly screaming, "I don't belong there, I swear!"
Holding on and not letting go,
and all the cool points are out the window,
Saying goodbye for the last time today,
"Help me be stronger tomorrow," I pray,
Raining down a blaze of glory from the ground up,
Reinbold ate candy and got a little wound up,
Fragile stickers cover a busted box,
while ticking clocks taunt the harried flocks,
You don't know me so well,
but you'll soon think I'm swell.

-JMO-
-Random-