A long, long time ago...

I can still remember how
That blogging used to make me smile.

And I knew if I could get the drop,
That I could make those people prop,
And maybe they'd be happy for a while…

But this July has made me quiver,
With every blog that I've delivered,
Bad news on the submit...
I couldn't get one more hit.

I can't remember if I cried
When Xanga stopped in middle stride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the blogging died.

So...

Bye-bye this weblog’s stuck on retry,
Stripped my site down to bare min to see if I could squeek by,
While them XangaTeam boys were tweaking timeouts awry,
Confessing “Blame us if you need some fall guys,
Blame us if you need some fall guys.”

Did you write the Blog that Glows,
And can you trust those “ah’s” and “oh’s”
If the readers’ feedback tells you so?
 
Now do you see that rabbit's hole?
Can Alice help you lose control?
And can you show me how to grow small real slow?

Well, I know that you write on the whim
And when you post it’s either sink or swim,
You’re mind’s just something to lose…
But how you take those eProps in twos!

I was never just your average blogging shmuck,
I made Featured Content and I didn’t suck,
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the blogging died.
 
I started screaming...

Bye-bye this weblog’s stuck on retry,
Stripped my site down to bare min to see if I could squeek by,
While them XangaTeam boys were tweaking timeouts awry,
Confessing “Blame us if you need some fall guys,
Blame us if you need some fall guys.”