Evolution of Static Sounds (an ode to my teenage MySpace)

Late at night to my delight

they'd chat with me on AIM.

The lights were dim while I played the Sims

and texted usernames.

I'd write all night a mournful dirge

for my LiveJournal fans.

I'd pick a song and sing along

to make MySpace friends dance.

There was a time you'd get kicked offline

when your parents picked up the phone.

The static sounds we'd sing out loud;

I still know every tone.

There was a wire that could inspire

a generation to unite.

But we pushed our luck and then got Zucked;

now all we do is fight.

The static sounds are still around,

but I don't like the tone.

What once brought us together

Now won't leave us alone.

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