Here’s what I savor,
because I am thinking quite rarely;
my head isn’t screwed on squarely.
It’s more than a whim—I love memes.

What, restrictions
on what I see with my eyes?!
Stuff goes through optic nerves to my mind,
as dark as my room. Eyes away I can’t pry, no, no.

No-no to thought—requires work; that’s too much.
I’d rather engage in keyboard touch.

I seek on the net, in the cloud—
where I find things that get me wowed.
It’s my home away from home and I’ll never leave;
if I had to, then I would grieve
No memes, memes, memes?!

See, my mission
is spreading things I find and cite,
although most have no reason or rhyme.
And that’s because for fakery my mind is primed, yeah!
So-o, I don’t care that it’s mostly lies;
I will stream near all put before my eyes.

Go, go to the net and the cloud
for things, I admit, I’m not proud.
Even obvious BS I sometimes believe;
I’m here and I will never leave.
Mo’ memes, memes, memes!

It is a cursed way
I live; it don’t unstring me,
because the best thing
for me is to stream the memes.
Yeah, yeah YEAH!

So as to thought, well frankly, not so much…
I’d rather engage in keyboard touch.

Go, go to the net and the cloud;
as I do it, I laugh out loud!
I send out lots of stuff even I DON’T believe.
Don’t give me facts, they make me grieve.
Faux memes, memes, memes!

It’s in a dream I’m living, I’m never gonna leave,
so please do not ever beseech…
leave me to memes.