I’m flicking, just flicking,
Through the channels,
Whilst I’m alive and kicking,
And whilst I’m viewing,
I gorge on chicken,
Which is finger-licking,
Goodness, though the clock is ticking.
So, I should do things,
Thus, no nit-picking,
Perhaps I should weave,
Do a spot of wicking,
Or be on the lookout,
Of those who are nicking,
And dream of giving them a good kicking.
Now I’m clicking, just clicking,
Watching videos, and doing some,
Job-seeking, and trying to avoid,
Politicking, like the plague,
Which many are sicking,
Readying those arms for some,
Health pricking, so they can still be alive and kicking.
I now toggle the flicking and clicking,
To multi-task, as I can’t leave, thus I’m sticking; here,
Clicking, flicking, whilst eating chicken,
Both being real, and doing some tricking,
But when it’s all said and done, as the time keeps
Ticking, and I remain alive and kicking,
All I’m really doing; is flicking and clicking.