[b]The Great Rip Off: A Poem[/b] Destiny Two, Was made on the loo, To scam all the players, And give them no favours. It's all rather funny, To see THEM make money, At our expense, Why! it makes ... NO sense. The makers of Halo, Are as clever as Plato, Make it on the cheap, 'n sell it to the geek. 'They'll pay the money But won't get no honey'. How stupid we've been, Buying a game so lean. .... a very sad story, It makes me feel poorly, The tears are flowing, 'n my hope is fast going. The Devs made a deal, And shared a fancy meal, With that devil incarnate — Activision! Damn it!