My Weblog

By Victor Lams

 

Thought I’d set up a web log.

Thought I’d be able to say,

                What I had to say, and it

Wasn’t hard to set up that web log.

I started loggin’ right away.

 

Well I, had a lot of things just a-goin’ on.

And I, had a lot of things, just-a

                Present on my mind, and I

Thought the world might like to read them.

And have a look inside my head.

 

And I, wrote about my hobbies.

And I, wrote about my

deepest-innermost thoughts,

And I, wrote about the stuff that really makes me mad,

And I wrote about the stuff,

that I shouldn’t write about, in a place that can be read,

by everyone in the world…. Nooo…

 

Now I’m writing in that web log.

Expressing myself using,

                Big pretentious words

And I’d never use them in real life.

But on here, they’re just okay.

 

No one’s reading my web log.

No one cares about,

What I got to say, and I’m

Getting’ kind of discouraged.

Hope someone reads it all today.

 

I might just quit this here web log.

It’s too much trouble to,

                Write it every day, and I’m

Getting kind of depressed, now,

Even more depressed than I was before.

 

“I want a boy who will wake up early to call me,

One who will dance with…

stuffed animals, Who will

Look into my eyes when he says he loves me,

Who introduces me to

new music, that is unlike mine, but is

still wonderful.”

 

No one’s reading my web log.

No one cares about,

What I got to say, and I’m

Getting’ kind of discouraged.

And that’s what I’m writing ‘bout today.

That’s what I’m what I’m writing ‘bout today.

That’s what I’m what I’m writing ‘bout today . (Cha cha cha).