Originally the poem was more of a dig at the Xbox One specifically, but the day after I wrote it, the huge Microsoft DRM backtrack happened, so I had to hurriedly reword some bits and delete two verses to make the poem more about addressing the general issues that all the consoles have to greater and lesser degrees.
But for the record, here are the two verses I cut:
You can't play games that were bought second-hand
And you can't play games that you borrow
And you can't complain that this causes you pain
'Cos we're running a business, y'know
You can't play unless there's an online connection
And a fast one at that – in your house
And you can't play unless it checked in today
Like a needy emotional spouse
Wow, lucky I did cut those, Microsoft might have brought arson charges against me if I'd unleashed burnsauce that potent.