I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY’S NERVES: I don’t know why this happened. It just did. (There are already at least two verses reserved for the oral tradition.) Tune is, of course, Right Said Fred.

I’m too meta for my books,

Too meta for my books,

More meta than I look.

I’m too meta for my theory,

Too meta for my theory,

So meta it’s eerie.

I’m too meta for this song,

Too meta for this song,

So meta, it’s just wrong.

I’m too meta for my age,

Too meta for my age,

More meta than John Cage.

[four minutes & 33 seconds of silence]

I’m too meta for this conference,

Too meta for this conference,

No way I’m “finger-quoting.”

I’m too meta for my narrative,

Too meta for my narrative,

So meta it’s imperative.

I’m a theoretical model, you know what I mean?, and I signify my sign on the framework.

Yeah on the framework, on the framework, yeah I shake my Weltanschauung on the framework.

I’m too meta for this context–