Living On the Web

Some people live in stately mansions,
And some, in blighted neighborhoods;
Some flee the cities's blind expansion
To find a shelter in the woods.

Some live in projects, boats or hovels;
In castles like a baronette,
But me? I'm living undercover,
In my new home, on the Net.

The Web, my motherland, my country,
No one can chase me out of you,
Beneath my nicknames, weird and sultry,
To you forever I'll be true.

I do not need a passport with you,
Or to become a resi-dent,
Should I screw up, should I misread you,
With you, it's just a non-event,

A yellow ribbon you'll unravel,
Each time that I am back again.
Past memories aside I'll shovel,
And plunge into your endless span.

My Internet, my Blighty native,
Amidst your threads I have been born,
Forever stubborn and creative,
Into your Homehood I've been sworn.

The dream of owning a home,
Has thus come true for many men-
It's bigger than the Superdome,
Long live the Web, my home. Amen!