Lasting, lilting, ever tilting, the scales that tune our wallets,
A lasting chime in sheepish rhyme, or whatever one may call it,
One must say that greed has paid the price for sleeping nights,
Yet my wallet sings not to your song, as my patience begins to wane,
Beware before wishful Knights decide to deny publisher's pride . . .
And that your 'sometime soon,' then becomes, sadly, too little, very much too late.
or . . .
SecuRom suxxorz, u want our moneh? Ur publishur wants our moneh?
Remoov SecuRom b4 we giv up and do not bai ur game at all- evur.
A Wishful Knight,
deathgiant
