poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008
The internet aint what it used to be!
The internet is what you chose it to be.
Fused with lose leads but music to me
There's silence in the air, yet a sound so vibrant hear.
I have everything I dream of here in this viral atmosphere.
No sirens sting my ears or dissolute my rusted warez
I'm fully content with my state without rent, lived in fifty states first till I burst for the fence
But I'm back