The Internet: A Wonderous Parasite

The internet a concept once so bright.
Now tis the ultimate parasite.
The people gorge themselves blindly.
And it excepts them so kindly.
They so much junk onto it.
Through their little electric conduit.
Boys and girls, young and old.
All think they have something to be told.
A selfie, a vid and maybe a meme?
A lunch pic, a tic tok, perhaps a stream?
A chat, a tweet and cat vids galore.
But you know? NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR HIGHSCORE!
All those five million fans, do you think they care.
NUTS TO YOU! I’VE GOT SOMETHING BETTER TO SHARE!
It’s my lunch from yesterday, it’s chicken ramen.
Oh wow, how common.
Oooh ten million subs, that’s quite the victory you tasted.
Along with ten years well wasted.
Hey, here’s something from my boyfriend pat.
Oh, no one needs to see that.
Random ads and ads it’s hard to bare.
Wow you bought a new car? I don’t care.
Though I myself am guilty too.
Believing what I show is something new.

I cast my works with everyone.
Yet it comes to less than none.
But this is not the worst it gets.
The thought fill me with regrets.
Our businesses, our lives, our all the times—fueled by the internet.
And in return it ensures our needs our met.
But without it man’s would draw nigh.
Likewise, without us it would surely die.
We are its body, it is our mind.
A relationship so unkind.
Both prisoner and jailer to each other.
Never to be free from one another.
To think such a thing is a true fright.
The internet is the ultimate parasite.