My Video Game Valentine

They plague us with Survivor,
and then Fantastic Four,
They ruin our favorite heroes,
yet still we ask for more.

They corrupt our publications,
seducing truth with ads,
Then look to other markets,
and seem obsessed with fads.

But when we think the love has gone
and the best has passed us by
They work some Warcraft magic,
and nearly make us cry.

They set chain whips on fire
And put them in our hands,
Resurrect a thousand zombies,
wielding flaming brands.

All they ask is money,
to make life less a bore,
Oh video games we love you,
You dirty, dirty whore.