The Next Generation - Spencer's Take
Written with apologies to Dr. Seuss.
Sony-ites and Softies all take to the Twitter,
each one spouting facts from an unnamed fake source,
but the Big Three’s stagnation has left me quite bitter,
(and besides, I prefer the PC, of course).
Plus the details arising this new generation
are practically listings of cause for alarm,
so while they bring cries of fans’ adulation
I end up suspecting they’ll just do more harm.
Such ownership checks are mostly ham-handed,
more likely to capture paid players than crooks;
a Comcastic night will leave one quite stranded,
and games that won’t load can’t rely on good looks.
And why? So some guy in a thousand-buck suit
can wring sixty more dollars from my empty bank?
For a game where I lose all my progress and loot
if my internet drops? Man, who should I thank?
No friends, I have not a gleam of elation
for a new X-marked box from the town to my east,
nor do I long for a fourth-ed Playstation
when my mark 3’s been off for a fortnight at least.
The state of the industry’s far too exciting
to nitpick the non-words of those dinosaurs
as they grumble, and growl, and stoop to infighting
like quadragenarians comparing high scores.
The Marketplace promises (though still in testing)
to turn your spare games into usable cash,
and money we know, is really the best thing,
though when sales hit, it’ll leave in a flash.
So as for old Microsoft, Nintendo, Sony,
I’m honestly sick of their marketing smut:
From this generation (call me a phony,)
what am I stoked for? Nothing, that’s what.