Five New Pages

[thebeatle]

Some people say work is just copy-paste,

But my fundamental is doing my best,

Doing my best, fu*king my brain,

Writing-deleting again and again.

You wrote 5 new pages and what did you get?

Another day older and deeper in Net.

Fetisov, don’t you call me, you can’t get through

Cause I’m still working on Chapter II.


I was born one morning and in my perfect style

Switched on computer and opened The File,

I wrote 5 new pages of my PhD,

And Lukyanov told me “Well, me dear…”

You wrote 5 new pages and what did you get?

Another day older and deeper in Net.

Fetisov, don’t you call me, you can’t get through

Cause I’m still working on Chapter II.

If you see me coming, you better step aside,

Some people didn’t and some people cried,

My first friend is Del and my last is Backspace,

And my whole paper is on my wrinkled face.

You wrote 5 new pages and what did you get?

Another day older and deeper in Net.

Fetisov, don’t you call me, you can’t get through

Cause I’m still working on Chapter II.

I was born one morning, it’s always the same,

Maybe Penelope is my middle name,

She put in by sewing-undoing the sheet

And so I’m writing-rewriting this shit…

You wrote 5 new pages and what did you get?

Another day older and deeper in Net.

Draft board, don’t you call me, fu*k the patriotism,

I’ve sold my soul to secessionism…