A Parody of 'American Wake' by Black 47
Open up the door, and they're standing there,
With the rotating eye, and the play-doh-y hair.
Betrays the fact you've been gone too long
When your plan with the virii went horribly wrong.
Sit down by her bed, put the band on your arm,
Use your Guardian code to undo all the harm.
And fin'ly the message hits you right on the spot,
You should never have planned, just left that to Dot.
Then you fix up the ship, going back to Mainframe,
You remember the times that you'd play in a game.
And if Dot's still around, you have something to say,
"Darling, my love for you grew with each passing day."
You're outside the P.O., but she's no longer there,
And then Matrix gets mad, and he shoots at the air
And a few viral binomes, ABC's and whatnot.
He cannot make a plan, he left that to Dot.
Then you see her at last, and she's beautiful still.
And the web couldn't dampen the way that you feel.
Then that crashing hacker flips you over her knee
And the flickering orange is all you can see.
Then Dot mentions it's good to have you back,
And she smiles for a moment and squeezes your hand.
Then the thought comes again, and it pains you a lot,
You should never have planned, just left it to Dot.
And you say to yourself time and time again,
You'll tell her your feelings, and you'd see what then.
The your life'd be full of love and good cause.
What you need now is the strength to tell her at all.
Then you're at the P.O., and the system's repaired,
And all that was broken is lovely and fair.
And she turns round to face you, with sparkling eyes,
And you know that it's time this was realized.
Now she's helf in your arms, and you're feeling so great,
And Phong takes a picture, but hey, that's okay.
Long as you remember the reason you fought:
You cannot make a plan, leave that to Dot!