The Bandwidth


Dig dig dig and dig all over again
Cables laid down last week, no good this week
Downloads! Good Lord! Let's make another new drain
On that short patch of street where lives old geek

Man watches life out of focus on smegs
Where neighbours' wives heave and wobble madly
Across the seas and land right between your legs
Or you wish it were so, somewhat sadly

As one hand holds the mouse the other grips
The cylinder of all melodrama
Gyrate faster faster before she trips
Arse over tit and Vasco da Gama

Brazilian girls on the handset, oh yeah
The dish brings MTV and Eurosports
Oh yeah and while Alice kisses yore zeah
In the heart, our hero feels out of sorts

Poor Valentino Rossi since fastwebs
Grab his reflexes and take all his charms
To a fast lady milking his hairy blebs
Dry and the taxman comes and bends his arms

There's bit more on the net than wedding beds
There's Keats, Donne, Pope, Dante, and pulp fictions
Where minds would meet through thinnest of threads
Fortune plies the bandwidth of compulsions

 

Bevagna, 20 11 2007