You’ve got a techno addiction
Your best friends are machines
You aren’t interested
In what I have to say
Unless it’s in the latest webzine
You’re addicted to technology
If you saw sunlight
It’d burn your eyes
You’re pale as ghost
And unhealthy
Your eyes are bloodshot
Your hair is greasy
And you totally stink
Face it, you’ve got a problem

Man, you need help
You’re in love with your laptop
And your social life is dead
You have no job
Your life is a mess
You fall asleep at the keyboard
You wake up late
And don’t stop surfing
Until you fall asleep
You hardly ever eat
You have no personal hygiene
You use the bathroom
No more than once a day
Stop the addiction
Get help