Lucy in the House of YouTube

My YouTube dreams have all gone wrong,

I'm banned for singing my own song.

The irony of this does not escape me.

Am I deserving such abuse?

I followed all the terms of use,

But sackcloth and opprobrium now drape me.

On live streams I have come to fear

What some observant bots may hear,

Since algorithms often misconstrue ya.

These prudish rules drive me berserk,

One smooch and I'm not safe for work,

And now they've caught me humming "Hallelujah".

Is something really so amiss

If I just fondly blow a kiss?

And don’t they know that it's my bread and butter?

Do nighties really trouble you

Like some NSFW?

Please, YouTube, get your mind out of the gutter.

A Hays commission for our time

To govern every view, and I'm

A penitent who's trying to be so saintly.

A wench in this machinery,

Let your indulgence set me free.

Like Tinkerbell my life-light flickers faintly.

Predictably I've now been struck

For copyright, but what the fuck,

These rulings are so dumb from several viewpoints.

Is YouTube's brain so badly wired

They don't know Shakespeare's rights expired?

They sure could make "fair use" of more IQ points.

Have these transgressions sealed my fate?

Redemption, or is it too late?

Been sanctioned since I cooed that spicy ballad.

I don't mind being demonized

But Lord, I've been demonetized.

It's back to eating ramen and Cobb salad.

Got YouTube blues all through the night,

Oh tell your daughters, shun this site!

They'll try to draw you in, don't let them screw ya.

Many poor girls have been undone,

Believe me, Lord I know.  I'm one.

But wait... my channel's trending! Hallelujah!