You dotted.
On webcam, I watched you,
Scrunching your face in odd ways,
Apparently over something on youtube,
Possibly made in a drug-filled haze.
You frown large, fearful frowns,
Your eyes growing large;
You lean away from your screen in fright,
Dotting silent, hellony dots.
What is this strange thing you are viewing?
Allow me to view it with you, so I can share in your weirdoutness;
For there is no joy to be found
In dotting alone.
