||Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Surfing the Web on a Busy Evening
Whose site this is on which I am
Now browsing I dont give a damn;
They will not see me lurking here
To watch their boards fill up with spam.
My little laptop makes it clear
It doesnt like the atmosphere
Or speed or cookies this site brings --
And makes the virus-check appear.
It lists the modem speed, and pings
To count the many forwardings
From here to there, and clears its cache --
I listen as the silence sings.
The graphics dash and clash and flash
Where gigabytes of memory stash
The flames that burned these boards to ash
The flames that burned these boards to ash.