An Attempt At Sounding Profound (it did not work at all)
The internet
At your fingertips
You’re just a child
Your parents gave you full access
To the unbridled humanity’s
Darkest Desires
You don’t know what to search.
Go ahead and enjoy Youtube Kids.
For now.
The internet
At your fingertips, again
Having grown up a little
You have favorite content creators
Whatever games they play
Whatever escapades they go on
You adore them and talk about them
But you have only scratched the surface.
For now.
As always, the internet
At your fingertips
As you grow ever curious
The desire to search for lascivious images
Grows with you.
You may wish to stay glued
To this keyboard and mouse
Rest assured, for it is not your path.
For now.
The internet
At your fingertips, yet again
The scourge that is social media
Has claimed your friends
Maybe you have given in too
Many of your beloved content creators
Have been ousted as pedophiles
But still, you lead a charmed life.
For now.
The internet
Always at your fingertips
Learning about something you dislike is hard
But long articles and 2 hour video essays
About something you like is fine
Talking to strangers on the internet
Using it to search everything that comes up
You think you can use the internet for everything.
For now.
The internet
Regretfully, at your fingertips.
You should not be here.
Yet you are.
Something regrettable has occurred.
Whatever it is
This place can serve as a refuge
For your escape from reality.
For now.
The internet will always be here
At your fingertips
This place has served as a daycareFor long enough
It’s time for you to go
Out into the real world
Come visit when you have time!
It will be here for you.For now.
The internet
After some time, at your fingertips
It truly has been quite a while
Work must take up a lot of your time
Just remember
You may not have time for the internet,
But the internet always has time for you.
You are just searching about enjoying life.
For now.
The internet
At your fingertips
For the last time
You search about those terrible stomach aches
Memories made here
By the you who was curious
Remembered by the you
Writhing in age
It must have been fun