When I wake up, it's the first thing on my mind (Well, the first thing after "go and take a pee") Find my browser, then refresh all of the tabs And check the latest news out on the OTT. The Last Time Waiter! Throwing rocks and waterfalls! Want to comment, but can't do it till I'm done Gotta ketchup, can't go double-post (or worse) Got to roll my clever comments into one And now I've had 100 posts Someday I'll have 100 more Even though the outside world can't understand What I am posting for Now I'm working, 'cause I have to pay the bills My co-workers don't know what I'm laughing at There's my poster of "We Love The Thread of Time" And the screen shots showing all these crazy hats Double-dactyls (double-dactyls!) and a new song parody And a picture made of people's avatars There's a wiki that we all make up ourselves There's no better web community than ours And now I've had 100 posts Someday I'll have 100 more Even though the outside world can't understand What I am posting for Da da-da da (da da-da da) Da da-da da (da da-da da) Molpy molpy molpy molpy la la la Da da-da da (da da-da da) Da da-da da (da da-da da) Molpy molpy molpy molpy la la la When I come home there are chores I ought to do But I go online and read the thread instead Blow off dinner 'cause the microwave's too slow Only have four hours before I go to bed Getting sidetracked reading tvtropes again Animated gif hypnosis setting in Eyelids drooping, feel the coma level rise Guess I'll wake up in these same old clothes again Guess I'll wake up in these same old clothes again And now I've had 100 posts Someday I'll have 100 more Even though the outside world can't understand What I am posting for Da da-da da (da da-da da) Da da-da da (da da-da da) Molpy molpy molpy molpy la la la Da da-da da (da da-da da) Da da-da da (da da-da da) Molpy molpy molpy molpy la la la Da da-da da (da da-da da) Da da-da da (da da-da da) Molpy molpy molpy molpy la la la Da da-da da (da da-da da) Da da-da da (da da-da da) Molpy molpy molpy molpy la la la And now I've had 100 posts Someday I'll have 100 more Even though the outside world can't understand What I am posting for
Posted on 2013-06-10 18:35 by Ebonite.
Once upon a Time, it was all so fine; You used to joke and rhyme, all the time, didn't you? People'd call, say, "You will fall, you won't see it all" You thought they were all just kidding you. You used to laugh about every poster who had just dropped out. Now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud, About Time, now that you say it's lost its appeal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown? Like a Waiter flown... You've posted some damn fine stuff, alright, way back when; You had the knack then, but now the thread's all used to it. And nothing in it seems right, not like how you write, You won't come again -- this thread you choose to quit. It's sad that you won't compromise or make the time. But, least you realize there's no sense giving alibis. You've moved on, and without you, Time still flies, but your memories of it now seem so unreal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, With other fora to roam? Like a Waiter flown... You'll never turn around to see the frowns on the punsters and the clowns or even hear the sounds of the molpys as they all sing to you You never understood that it ain't no good thinkin' that it's only about what this thread can bring to you. You used to love the giant castle, where they sat, and the mysterious little girl in her beret hat. But ain't it hard when you discover that that really wasn't where it's at, after it took from you every moment it could steal? How does it feel? How does it feel? To leave it alone, not even from your phone, Like a Waiter flown... Return to the sheeple, leave all the forum people, without blinking, thinking that you have got it made All the posts and poems and the puns and things in your mind still ring, but in time they'll surely fade. You used to be so amused at the inside jokes and the language that they used. But get an IM now and you'll just refuse. It's become nothing, so it's just nothing to lose You're invisible now, your presence you won't reveal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown? Like a Waiter flown...
Posted on 2013-06-10 18:56 by StratPlayer.