I know much of it is untrue,
from meme-makers who are liars.
Still to this crew I will hew
even though pants are on fire.

Come on, crazies, light my ire,
come on, crazies, light my ire,
fry my brain cells till I tire.

The time to cerebrate is through;
it’s time to wallow in Web mire.
It is something that I choose
knowing that from it I should retire

Come on, crazies, light my ire,
come on, lazies, light my ire,
ignite my insane desire.

If I should cerebrate, they’d rue
they want me wallowed in Web mire.
I know most of it’s a ruse;
nonetheless I never will retire.

Come on, crazies, light my ire,
come on, sane-free, light my ire,
make things sound so much more dire.

I know most of it is untrue,
Meme-makers are this junk’s sires.
Still to this crew I will hew
though their pants are full on fire.

Come on, crazies, light my ire,
with the crazy memes you sire,
because I’m a bullshit buyer.