Memories Gone Past

What to do, oh what to do
My dreamcast is standing still
Give me a game, or give me two
I’ll play them to death, I’m sure I will

I have no good games
I’m much too poor
My dreamcast dames
Weren’t too hardcore

If I could express how I’ve sorrowed
I know you’d like to hear
About the ways I could’ve borrowed
From my friends so near

With all the internet’s memes
And memories I could’ve honed
And how Nights should’ve once again turned to Dreams
But instead I got my Powers Stoned

How things should’ve been
Like a giant pikahuna
But instead we got to see Sonic spin
And die in Ikaruga

I miss those days when games were fun
How internet capabilities and controllers so giant
And how the system was shun
People were more prone to diet

If I could have one last word to say
Against time’s ticking tocks
I’d change it if it were my way
And add ‘Also, Cocks!’