Our yellow sun yields to the dark
As I begin my web-based lark
Flowing, turning, through the pipe
I grep for text and dump the hype...
But as I ride the fibre trail
I test my faith as I read my mail
Even as my bandwidth fattens
I question life and 1-click patents...
Although I ask, and though I query
I know the truth, I grock the theory
Life is a multimedia of sins
So he who collects the most porn wins.