by Steve Haruch
I realize that in the world of fame-whoring it up the Internets, one fast-track maneuver involves writing a song about someone famous and fooling Google into getting people to click on your shit. I've already been emailed relentlessly by other hapless little dudes who were all, "I wrote a song about Taylor Swift that has X,XXX views and so you should write a story about me." Huh. And then there's this little chap who wants Santa to bring him Taylor Swift for Christmas. Aw. I realize this is not serious ART or anything, but why do little dude-boys whose voices haven't even changed yet always act like the world is some kind of pussy vending machine? Oh, and this song sucks.
(Via Buzzfeed, HT: Baloney.)