The Internet.
The Internet.
The internet to me is a very strange place,
is it down on this earth or somewhere in space?
We chat to folk there, but don't see their face,
and some of the sites are a proper disgrace!
Despite all this it's a nice place to go,
if you're feeling bored and the pace is slow.
I spend much time on sites that I know,
but my love of technology does not seem to grow!
Sometimes the computer's a bit of a bind,
won't do as it's told, and is really unkind.
It's just a case of the blind leading the blind,
but anything I want, my computer can find!
That's why it's a joy to have my fingers on keys,
the joys of the internet, all here with ease.
But I beg you all listen, and remember too please,
the internet's becoming Man's greatest disease.
It tells us fine tales of love, valour, bereavement,
some say it's mankind's greatest achievment.
But I often wonder, once my e-mails are sent,
are they safe, or perused by someone who's bent?
Internet banking is just not for me,
I can do it all down in the village for free.
I don't want some hacker, out on a spree,
getting out of his head, or out of his tree.
Many acts of terrorism, (remember Mumbai?)
Were done with the help of the internet spy.
We must protect ourselves hear my cry,
as around the world messages, words, pictures fly.
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2009-07-03 at 01:58
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