Brain Rot

 There's one thing I like a lot
It starts with "T" and ends with "tock"
A channel with its endless schlock
And all it costs is deep brain rot

But I don't care it matters not
I don't need a single thought
Thinking is so deeply lame
Much better to forego a brain

I just want to live online
To scroll and scroll would be divine
Throughout all days and through all time
I'm sorry for this brain of mine

This is where the world is see?
This is my reality
Nothing matters nothing's real
I don't really want to feel

Or see or search or question things
No I prefer these phoney dings
Learn something? No I boycott
'Cause I just want to have brain rot