The internet is such a lovely toy
It pulls us from whatever we were doing
And tempts us to distractedly enjoy
The random gifts with which it goes a-wooing.
To browse the web is to explore the world
Without the trouble of having stood up;
To see the flag of knowledge fly unfurled
While sipping from your own worn coffee cup;
To rise above the weight of what's to do
And see the universe - yet not to go
A step beyond yourself into that new.
The internet is dangerous to know
Yet hardly possible now to avoid
And who would want to, having once enjoyed?
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