| Why do they act and put to film | |
| What they think is their dream? | |
| So we’ll watch YouTube ’til we scream? | |
| In closets of the Internet | |
| Clowns, ghosts and sands do dance | |
| We click and peer, watch and refresh–we cannot look askance. | |
| As waves of pixels drift on screen | |
| Deep, beautiful, ing full of mean… | |
| Piercing iris, pounding brain | |
| Our powered laptops doth remain | |
| To steal our time, and laughing, taunt us Internet memories intend to haunt us. |
*Thank you, Rick, and I hope you feel better soon!
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