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 em-pegs
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 a mouse the other grips
The handle on which human hopes rest
Gyrates faster faster before she trips
Arse over tit and shows us at her best

Brazilian girls on the handset, oh yeah
The furry fibres carry MTV and Eurosports
Via quantum leaps while Alice kisses you there
In his heart of hearts, he feels out of sorts

Poor Valentino Rossi since Fastweb
Grabbed his reflex and took all his charm
To some sucker milking his hairy bleb
So the taxmen come and -TAKK- break his arm

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
Through the silent bandwidth of compulsions

 

Bevagna, 20 11 2007