P B Shelley reacts to people
reacting to Rebecca Black

I met a hater from an antique land
Who said: who wrote this shit so monotone
heres a tissue. Near them, just having fun,
Half sunk, a shattered Friday lies, gettin’ down,
And OMG!, and sneer of the weekend,
Tell why do people hate these lyrics read
Which yet survive, stamped on a friken seat,
The sound that mocked them, gets so stuck in my head;
And on the video these words appear:
“Gotta make my mind up, we’re drivin’
Gotta get down, get cereal, on Friday!”
watch it over and over again. Round the decay
Of that lol wtf, speechless and bare
The lone and never sing again then go away.

CT, 2014

Remixed works:
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Comments to, and lyrics from, Friday, by Rebecca Black