|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!