(What happens when I spend to much time surfing the Web,
reading e-mail, writing parodies...)

BLEARY-EYED
(To the tune of "Myriad," from the Kansas album Somewhere to Elsewhere)
 

Upon the screen, Times Roman font
More web sites than one could ever want
Dysfunction's near; ghosts of active lifestyles rise to haunt

A shackled wrist, chained to the mouse
Families beg us to get out of the house
The trap is sprung: former interests new compulsions douse

Bleary-eyed
See the minutes as they're adding up
Hours and hours
Bleary-eyed
Lens and pupil captive to the page
Link upon link, every 'Net portal spins its Web

Our daily lives?  Procrastinate
Spouse and kids fume as we vegetate
'Net addiction blinding our Outlook beyond Netscape

Bleary-eyed
See the minutes as they're adding up
Hours and hours
Bleary-eyed
Lens and pupil captive to the page
Link upon link, every 'Net portal spins its Web

URLs no man can spell
No online clock to tick
No pages left unlinked
No choices but to click

Bleary-eyed
See the minutes as they're adding up
Hours and hours
Bleary-eyed
Lens and pupil captive to the page
Link upon link, every 'Net portal spins its Web