Andréa, Canis Lanonbinary

The car horn's blaring and there's no pilot in the mech
And the tags are all muddied with a thousand words of gatsby
And an electric arc lamp glows
The meta posts are corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the photos developed and the fursonas drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible discourse
And the discourse is repeating to death
The cache servers are unvarnished
And the haters are all sneering
And the kids are all dead in their omelas holes
It went like this:
Twitter and tumblr collapsed in on themselves
Users keeping bad habits emerged through the wreckage
And pulled out their takes
The ryan reynolds was beautiful on fire
All twisted carbon stretching upwards
Everything washed in a sodium vapor haze
I said: "kiss me, it's friday -
We did our besht"
You grabbed my paw and we fell into it
Like a dream about food or a false meme
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
For sure it's the end of the website
I pull out my gameboy
And it's full of blood