On Line -------------------------------------------
I want one of those computers
Superconductor science fiction in the films you see
Where the female efficient voice
Tells me everything is working properly
Punch up my memory boost and she quips
“memory boost on line”
thermal nuclear blaster trouble spot ?
and then without even questioning
she rattles through the anatomy and itinerary
of my super-duper multi functional processor
“chat with thousands of people at once…online”
“recording every piece of music ever made in the entire world…..online”
“smashing and generally kicking the shit out of virus scanner….online”
“Trojan disinfection and nasty dental torture of their authors……online”
“connecting to the internet for free…online”
“eliminating all computer hijacker, adverts, worms and spybots and castrating their authors ..is now…on line”.
“you are now ready to have a trouble free and relaxing experience with your computer and the rest of the Internet….is now…………..on line”
And I will sit there like some battlestar galactica
In a shinny suit and surf the net
At twice the speed of light.
And there’ll I’ll be fully downloaded, uploaded and completely free
Of Microsoft and its bubble pops
And net hang-ups and freezes
And just have a conversation with someone I cannot see.