The Internet Lament - Poem by Raeven Maclennan
A sad, sad story revolves,
Around the Gippy at quarter past noon.
Where the farmers and family congregate,
with beer and chips in the back room.
The missus was out of commission,
Sent her packing one unfortunate day.
I know it deep down in my bones.
She was too bloody far away.
The internet has taken it's toll,
And of course, the irony is grand.
That it's on this very place,
That an aussie is taking his stand.
Oh, the mates are all on their Facebook,
debating which celebrity's hotter.
Nobody socializes these days,
least, not in the way that we oughta.
I'm a victim of cyber tragedy,
if it weren't for this, I'd be better off.
Instead of sayin they're full of shit,
We tell em that they're gonna get blocked.
You even got twitter as well,
course it needs just the first 4 letters.
People talk to those they never met,
they got the nerve to think themselves better.
I may have been born at the time,
when the internet was being created.
but even I long for the days,
when we saw a person that we dated.
Course the schools have gotten rough,
I had a few attempts on my life.
And who woulda thought that down under,
Someone'd try to go columbine.
So bugger off 4chan, and flickr,
Australia's better off without drama.
If the world is a 12 course meal,
the internet would be the off parma.
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