I woke up today
And looked at Twitter.
Another “nay”
Sounding so bitter.
Most people are excited
To play the new Far Cry
But a few united
Prefer to cry.
I get the turbulence
It’s an opinion.
But they have no argument
To fill their linguistical dominion.
As I wrote the first part,
I got a new mail.
It’s from Ubisoft!
Telling me I fail.
“We have no keys left”
They usually say.
I can’t handle my chest
As I look in dismay.
While a reviewer
Seems to disregard the game
Here I am, just a viewer
Isn’t it a shame?
I’ve played Far Cry
Since the 3rd
So right now I try
To hold up my nerve.
I’m not actually mad
That I won’t get a key
I am just sad
That I won’t go “Yupiii!”
I’ll eventually get
This new game
For now, I’ll just forget
Or I won’t be the same.
As some will play
This brand-new title
I’ll go another way
With a backlog in cycle.
I can’t have it all
Life ain’t that simple
But I know this Fall
I’ll have Halo Infinite.
This poem was funnier
To write than I’d admit,
I hope I made your day sunnier
And that you smiled a bit!
Catarina Ferreira
6th October 2021
