I am the Human Rogue I am sneaky you see.
I stab your backside before you even see me.
I run like a horse and I kick like a mule.
Killing a clothie to me is like fuel.
I really like daggers with one on each side.
And I can't even remember the last time I died.
I ride on a pony, that is brown and white.
I will make you just stand there if ever we fight.
I stun and I gouge and I vanish from view.
I strike and I blind and I then poison you.
I am a nuisance and a pain in BG.
I stop you from moving and I am hard to see.
I wear lots of leather it feels good on the skin.
It's warm in the sun but it blocks out the wind.
If you live for 10 seconds I have failed at my job.
I am not a tank but I tear through a mob.
My dps is crazy and the damage numbers fly.
I give you an ambush and then you must die.
I don't mind a group but I'm damn good alone.
Only your fear spells can make me groan.
So say hey and smile if you see my rogue class.
Cause it means I am not sneaking up on your ass.
Killing is all that I find to be fun.
Ask me and I will do an instance run.
My rant is over I must go kill some more.
And leave some more clothies dead on the floor.