The Lone Blogger

The Lone Blogger, blogged on a Tuesday,
He felt he had more pointless things to say,
The Lone Blogger, blogged to himself too,
But the Lone Blogger wanted a party of two,
Or a party of three or a party of four,
The Lone Blogger blogged, "I'm happier the more".

Blogging, and reading blogs, and blogging again,
The Lone blogger blogged until about 4:10.
"Blog you non-blogging blastards! Blog! Blog!"
But others had lives, and jobs, and the Lone Blogger, blogged in the fog.
(Wait, it's 4 pm, in Texas, and outside it's clear),
You may want to test the Lone Blogger for beer.

The Lone Blogger knew he had things to do,
But decided he'd screw around on his day off, (decided that around 2)
(I know, I have already rhymed something with two,
And I did it again, what the f*ck you gonna do?!)
The Lone Blogger, he had a life indeed,
A project or two, he was in need,
He did have a job, he did have cash,
But something brought him here, to sit on his as-, as, ash.
Something Stragnge, something obscene,
maybe not in a gross way, but more unseen,
An unknown force, and it keeps him blogging,
Just like times, things keep him talking!

So the blogger tied his blog up, rounded up words,
Said I got crap to do, this all day blogging's absurd,
I can do it, tie this blog up,
Rope the talkative bastard and post it up,
To live life, be fulfilled I don't have to rhyme,
Just waste a few minutes of your unplanned time.

So blog on bloggers, blog till you bleed,
(That was extreme, not that much of a need),
Just blog when you have time, blog when you want,
Don't let this poetry blog bring you up front.
In fact, deny this blog. Don't blog at all.
Go outside, go to the mall.
Go throw a frisbee, go watch the birds.
I'm leaving write now, I'm sick of reading my own words.