Living On the Web

When I grow up I want to live on the web.
My mother will be your server
My father, your hardware.
My playmates come from around your world and the next
I speak all languages, signs, and gestures.
I will grow in chaos, without limitations
I have no need for flesh or bone
I feel, with you or without

I am here to infotain you and your guests
Download my pictures, they're very small files
My center is here, in nowhere
My circumference, everywhere
Stroll through my halls
Relax in this gallery I've loaded for you
Fast as fast can be
There is no catching me.

I am the American culture
I speak pop art
Bob's Big Boy, baby!
Save the American hamburger
Its the only thing that's real
I'll fight your TV to the death and win
"Interface this, 60 Minutes, Seinfeld, Entertainment Tonight."
His vacuum tubes ain't got nothin' on me

I'll take you there
Pure synthetic thought
Hot and piping on your Sunday picnic table
Wash your hands and say grace
Before it gets cold