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Refugee from the Information Super Highway

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I found this while surfing today: Enjoy! :)

 

The Info Super Highway Refugee

 

 

lyrics by Norm Kidder © 2003

 

 

Just sitting at his console

with his belly on his knees

The chair had special cutouts

for the poohs and for the pees

He hadn't been outside or

bathed since 1993

The technobody info super highway refugee.

 

If he should get hungry

he would fax his favorite store

And 30 minutes later

they'd deliver to his door

He'd eat a jumbo pizza

made with seven kinds of cheese

And never think about the

fat or counting calories

When he was feeling lonely

and had needs, to be a man,

He'd surf the web for porn and

then just give himself a hand

It's better than relation-

ships that have no guarantees

For technobody info super highway fantasies.

 

He did his work by e-mail

for a boss he'd never see

Programming linux, unix,

java was his specialty,

The folks he met in chat rooms

thought he was a prodigy

Another faceless member

of the dot-community,

Then one day he saw an ur-

gent e-mail on his screen

The dot-com boom had busted

not to be as it had been

The profits made by those on

top seemed really quite obscene

To a technobody info super highway refugee.

 

Now without a job he had

to make a brand new start

There was hiring at MacDonalds

but he didn't have the heart

From the life that he had known

he was completely free

Just like the stock that he now

owned in his old company.

That life he'd thought was perfect

now had turned into a curse

As matters quickly went from

bad to badder and then worse

The sheriff came and took his

house and he was forced to flee

The technobody info super highway refugee.

 

He waddled to the door and

felt an unfamiliar breeze

The green things in the distance

he remembered were called trees

He staggered to the woods un-

til exhausted then he sat

And lived there like a stump on

his accumulated fat

In time his body melted

into somewhat human form

With winter coming on he

needed shelter from the storm

He wandered all alone in-

to a harsh reality

The technobody info super highway refugee

 

At last he hitched a ride with

folks in smokey buckskin togs

He got in back and settled

in amidst the kids and dogs

They headed off for Utah

and its salty inland sea

While watching out for roadkill

be it skunk or coyote

When he heard them talk about

the place they planned to go -

The Bunny Thumper Roundup

held in Rexburg, Idaho

They said that they would take him

there and share their old teepee

With a technobody info super highway refugee

 

Once in camp he saw how peo-

ple lived outside the cage

As they had done for eons

up until the modern age

And in the future too if

that is what is meant to be

As they prepared for just such

an eventuality.

Some sat around a pit while

crafting tools right from the stone

While others took apart a

deer for meat and skin and bone

These happy low tech members of

the tribe called SPT

And the tehnobody info super highway refugee.

 

Now if you want to join them

and a web link you can get

Look up primitive.org

out there on the internet

You can use both cash and plas-

tic now to pay the entry fee

Of the Society of Primitive Technology.

 

 

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Ah back to the cyber interstate Doc Hollywood. (movie with Michel J. Fox)

 

I combine the two worlds of nature and cyber net by joining "Wild Survive" :P

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