Net Nuts

I`m Gonna write a poem , about you sitting at your desk
A special group of people , who`s out to take a test
It`s a test of time no doubt , of trying to stay awake
And if I happen to dose off , I may need a real good shake

Were a special brand of people , zombies i believe
With toothpicks holding up our eyelids , while were staring at the screen
I have this image in my mind , of people staring into space
Attending that dreary keyboard , never moving from its place

So you are like me my friend , can`t get enough of that dam net
For I am just a surfer dude , just playing at my desk
You spend your time drinking coffee , and chatting in a room
screening all the assholes , resting them deep within a tomb

If I could have a toilet , and have it installed in my chair
There would be no reason , for me to go anywhere
Don`t forget my coffee , and my cigarettes
And that pundgent odor , that escapes deep with in my pet

So now that you have read this , does Net Nut kinda apply
I kinda really think so , the moniter is my sky
The world is at your finger tips , ohh the power of the net
You forget what reality is all about , it`s something i`d sooner forget

                                         greg a long time ago