So here I go again
Into the land of memedom
On the Web I sure get around
All day, all night I am good
To do slews of meming
My feet are not planted on the ground
I'm in reverie
Some may say I'm really sad
But all their shrill chiding doesn't make me feel bad
"There is a cost", some friends will gab, "to being lost"

F**k 'em, all their panning me is draining
Take 'em from my sight when I'm role playing
I'm reading some; I want to read some more
I do not need that naysaying corps, no corps.

So here I go again, it's clear what is my mission
What is that mission? It's to sell
These fantasies that come across wrapped up as memes
I believe these memes, I think they're swell
Memes can get me wet
Better than sex that I've had
They can fill my head with thoughts that are mostly bad
But it's a cost, don't make me sad, off sadness tossed

Wonder at what I find entertaining
Even though most of it is just cray things
Internet summons me and I go
I don't give a sh*t it's mostly faux

Bummer when its windy and it's raining
And the Net goes down, "Come back"! I'm praying
The Web and Net are nearly all I know
When they're back I hope a fuse don't blow
Don't blow! Couldn't go faux. Oh woe!