Woe is me, I cannot escape.
The more I try, the more I gape .
At advertisers who portray,
Their goods a plenty, every day!
Every ploy engaged to lure me,
From this curse, I beg you, cure me!
If I could surf the web alone,
I’d be so happy on my own.
Instead, at every turn I find
Another product will unwind
From every corner of my screen
Until it makes me vent my spleen!
Pop-up ads, junk emails, and spam,
Everything that’s not who I am!
All I don’t want, all I don’t need,
The only things that load with speed!
When will I sing a happy tune?
Perhaps when the cow jumps o’er the moon?
Until then, I’ll still be confused.
While I sing these Internet blues!