Though I’ve lost my moorings, going for the mindless,
hoping that I will find in these data streams
something I can harvest, forward without thinking.
I can find much joy in linking to the memes.

Linking to the memes, thinking just of memes,
I am overjoyed in linking to the memes.
Linking to the memes, blinking as they stream,
I can then deploy the stinking up of memes.

Groping the web for finds, groping in net’s shadows…
here is something that is bound to increase dreams!
I’ll forward the harvest to all those I’ve Friended.
They will find much joy in winking at these memes.

Through the links I’m creeping faster, ever faster;
I’ll spend all day sorting streams from meming teams.
Creeping’s never over, I eat and bathe seldom;
all my time’s deployed in shipping out the memes.

Linking to the memes, winking at the memes…
all my time’s deployed in linking to the memes.
Linking to the memes. Thinking? No, just memes.
I am unemployed and slinking through the memes.