Once,
there was a time;
- this long before critics did rhyme -
about the issues within games
and the objectified conquest of "dames"
and naratives gritty blitzed with silly sandbox crime.
And in this when there was this word,
its meaning crystal clear to one and all;
referring to a humble machine
as humble as its features list was small.
"Into it you inserted a game,
A simple cartridge, not even loading pause required,
And finally threw the power switch
To game and game to heart's desire."
But with time the time a words meaning may change and twist,
both improvements better or worsenings ill; and
whereas "console" began life rehearsed soloist
behold console the boondoogled one-man-band.
Now console means something else indeed,
on launch this new machine misbehaves.
Early adopting as beta testers - do reports deceive?
Or do thousands of these mint console now need graves?
Its built disloyal to its new paying master;
upon arrival demands re-connection to its shameless creator.
How are next gen apologists dismissing this disaster?
They embrace it so long as graphics are greater.
Now console defined includes bizarre modem plans,
"connect to creator's sun or console wilt like a flower"
Should creator ever think console sits in pirates hands
A telegram reads "seppuku" and it bricked inside the hour.
Like "literally" became redefined, by act
of widespread overuse as an adverb,
originally emphasising description as exact,
it now is populist rhetoric reverb.
And will "pirate" become twisted by creator's management to mean
whatever they want it to until the definition's obscene?
Are console gamers so willing for consoles to be hostage,
sticking heads in the sand like proverbial ostrich?
Once simple consoles lived for decades -
see, my old 8 bit friend of mine smiles a dot matrix eye at thee.
What now pass as "consoles" are charades!
Built less for gaming than to brick and die on me.
I feel I must speak out to disagree
because seemingly the critics have now acquiesced
to this new generation hardware (read: new generation agenda); an agenda tastes vile to me,
yet ...its from dinky Ouya Jim's taste buds find distress?
I do not declare him wrong,
but I am no mind reader
Jim has regularly spewed his intricate crystal wisdom at length before
[deep inhale]
so I'd wish he'd speak plainly and candidly what the specific shortcoming is of the Ouya to warrant that reaction.
I somewhat regret making the previous sentence so long,
The pacing through the poem was already an awkward eye bleeder.
Though I think the rest of the parts aren't too much of a bore.
Perhaps leave a comment if you derived from it some measure of satisfaction*.
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Apologies to you Jim if its something you already covered at length elsewhere, but I really only follow your posts on the Jimquisition and Rhymedown Spectacular with consistency; if that's the case a linkslap response would be deeply appreciated.