I call this generic.
I made a parody like the rest.
This one is no different from the masses.

Nothing of meaning.
Just an assortment of some words.
Put in any order it
Doesn't matter anymore.

But there's no sense trying to make a good attempt.
You just put it up there and hope it'll get sent.
To each of your subs friends,
So that your insight trends,
Soar above theirs in the demograph.

I put in no effort.
I wrote this in a half hour one night.
Half asleep, the lyrics formed around me.

Though they don't rhyme much.
Who cares about consistency?
No-one else I've seen has got any more structure to theirs.

So, there's no point watching, it'll just turn out bad,
You'll waste 4 minutes of your life and feel like you've been had.
And you'll rant at me a bit,
With the character limit,
Stunting your words as you fall behind.

Go ahead and leave me.
See if I care. Oh no. Less views.
How will I survive without recognition?

I'll cry in a corner.
No-one will care about me anymore.
I'll get off my laptop and then get outside in the sun.

Because who cares about real life when you're on YouTube?
You put up some old videos, and the subs you gain will prove
That the Internet's more fun,
Than frolicking in the sun,
And your social life's been left to die.

And believe me it is not alive.
It's dying faster now that you've subscribed.
And five star ratings shorten it's life.
Forty thousand viewers killed it's wife.
You used CPR, but it is not alive.
Not alive.
It's not alive.