The Sales of Summer, v. 3

Hello Steam sales, my old friend.
It’s that time of year again.
Because I saw my wallet creeping.
Towards the door while I was sleeping.
And the sales, prices were planted in my brain.
They still remain.
Within the sales of summer.

Through the store I scroll alone.
My sale cart nearly overflown.
Games like Portal for one third the price.
My wallets sobs could be heard through the night.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a scary sight.
Like Kryptonite.
It was the sales of summer.

And in that moments flash I saw.
Ten million people maybe more.
People buying without thinking.
“It’s not Halo but it’s worth keeping”.
People buying, games that they would never play.
And all in vain.
So go the sales of summer.

Fools, said I, you do not know.
These sales steal our hard earned dough.
Read my reviews so I might reach you.
Heed my words so I might teach you.
But my words, like the dollars we spent fell.
Fell to the sales of summer.

And the people bowed and payed.
To the god that Valve had made.
And the store sent out its warning.
The sales shall be gone by morning.
And the legends tell of the profit made by steam on that fateful day
Wallets screamed.
So went, the sales of summer.