Long, long time ago,
I can still remember when
The callouts used to make me cry—
And I’d reblog any dumb shtick
Rather than be called problematic
And maybe I’d be valid for awhile
But Yahoo’s purchase made me tremble
Someone with money craves that mineral
Bad news from the ballpit:
The end was nigh, believe it!
I can’t remember if I sighed
When I heard the boobs would have to hide,
But now it’s time to turn the tide—
The day the dashboard died.
Well bye-bye Mr Xkit Guy
Take my meta somewhere betta now that LJ has dried
The fandom olds were writing lemons and limes
Saying “At least Superwholock died,
At least Superwholock died”
Did you write a fic of smut
Or draw that guy with a butt
Though the canon tells you no?
Do you believe in OTPs
Can coffee AU’s set you free
And can you write to burn real slow?
Well I know you draw incred’bly
So would you depict my OC?
It’d be perfect exposure
Man, I love those free favors!
I was reblog fodder known to most
With a catchy screenname on my viral post
But now my feed is only ghosts
The day the dashboard died.
Well bye-bye Mr Xkit Guy
Take my meta somewhere betta now that LJ has dried
The fandom olds were writing lemons and limes
Saying “At least Superwholock died,
At least Superwholock died”
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