Literature
Ode to THQ
When I was young, THQ,
I turned my head to laugh at you
Your games were rushed and ill conceived,
And stank of selling out, it seemed
But now you rap upon death's door,
And stare into a gaping maw
(that gifted folks who fight this war
have haply tripped into before)
Suddenly my laughter ceases
Schadenfreude falls to pieces
In retrospect, you were -it seems-
Creator of some happy dreams
And now I find myself nostalgic,
For their brand of muddled magic
NO! says I. This isn't right!
Here I stand and here I fight!
Sally forth, you spoiled tarts,
And open up your steely hearts,
That though their tenure fits and starts,
They are no Electronic Arts