Here I squat in my litter box
My dirty, smelly shitter box
This potty-for-a-critter box
I hope that’s sand between my toes.
When along you come creeping
All perverted and tom-peeping
With camera clicking, flashing, and beeping
What you’re up to heaven knows.
Then I find myself on facebook
That leave me in disgrace-book
The get-in-on-the-latest-meme-race book
And then you tagged all your friends.
Then you composed some poetry
Unconcerned about my woe-etry
Just so you could show-etry
That you’re up on inner-web trends.
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