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I Think I Have a Disorder
I think I have a disorder
I am an evil internet marauder
I have a fetish for scrolling the net
And won’t stop until my needs are met
Leaving anonymous comments is how I flex
Like a cackling witch, I cast my next hex
Google, my oracle, gives me sage advice
It’s only natural I’m glued to my device
Too busy to socialise or make an actual friend
While I ride this YouTube vortex without end
I’m a socialite on the virtual plane
Blue light keeps me up as the sun begins to wane
My photos and interests fill my news feed
Just a shame it never provides what I actually need
Despite my LinkedIn connections, I still can’t pay my rent
But worry not, I have more followers than David Brent