Insomnia Revisited

Can't sleep, because bits of the following keep running through my head, to the tune of Gershwin's I Got Rhythm:

I search Yahoo!,
I search Google;
I use Keywords,
But I can't find any good porn.

I surf Usenet,
I troll chatrooms;
I cruise weblogs,
But I don't find any good porn.

All those boob jobs
Look lopsided.
(Here's what I did:
Laughed with scorn.)

I'll use PayPal,
I'll use plastic;
I'll blow big bucks,
But I'll bet, as sure as I'm born,
What I get is Photoshopworn.

Lyric © 2006 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov, not that it's worth it, but he had to get it out of his system