A great new game had dawned.It could not be spawned.
OSI named it Ultima Online.
Many a people awaited for such a game.
But who would have thought it'd be lame?
Oh woest us, the players.
For we have become the payers.
No matter how much we pine...
There would be no improvement on the hit.
Their standard answer is: "We are still working on it."
Their customer service is an all time low,
All we get is an attempt at a show.
From their official website,
They ask all: "Are you with us?"
My reply to that would require a lot of cuss.
From one patch to the next
The game worsens with each new fix.
OSI, in all their might,
Could only attempt to control the damage,
Now how could they manage?
By changing all in-game menus and account agreements
So none could give them any more comments.
Therefore freeing their development team
In the creation of a small second age.
For me, it's another page...
In OSI's attempts at milking more green dough
Out of those that still love UO.
Can they not see that UO will break at the seams?
In the ever changing world of non-reality,
Their current policies will be a fatality.
For EverQuest and Asheron's Call are coming onto the scene
Soon Lord British will have to come clean,
That they are still in a dream state of mind.
Of matters great and small,
Ultima Online is due for a great fall.