There was a time before on-line.
The world went mad – we didn’t know.
Paper tv chose what to show.

Alone was just a phone.
Screen time – watershed.
Magazines under the bed.

And you, carbon neutral baby.
Always fighting for a cause.
Still believed in Santa Claus.

Now a quick waylay is just a click away.
At times like these it’s easy to forget
there once was peace – now there’s the internet.

Never trust a slur who’s a porn entrepreneur
with a manicure, a pedicure, they’re insecure and there’s no cure.
One thing’s for sure – Paypal’s still their pal and it’s your place or it’s disgrace.
Touch the screen, feel the force, you better get ready for digital intercourse.

Romanticised myopic eyes.
Saw and read – scary pages.
It’s a vision from the middle ages.

It’s un-shocking – all-day blocking.
Social mediocrity.
Don’t believe what you can see.

Cashed in on ebay – gave it away.
Pay-day for an overrated, fixated, full of self-hatred, under-pixelated webcam fan.
Interfaced, camera, laptop, touching base.
Caught in the web, addict-anon, friends unrequited, yourgrave.com.

Now the great unsigned.
The blogged off and resigned.
The prematurely lined.

It’s shut down time.

A cover of The Happy Somethings song from their EP Caught In The Web