World Wide Web

World Wide Web What is this thing the world wide web? with experts raking, racking, stacking -- fields of unknown wonder. It’s bursting with bloggers with opinions a dozen and hackers I curse their sly probing. They’re selling me stuff, and when I am sleeping they’re ripping me off. What is this thing the world wide web? Why aren’t I skinny like on that first page? And wrinkles and bulges the cure for them too, ensnared in the hype and outright fibs. They’re selling me stuff and when I’m not looking they’re ripping me off. What happened to books and to people who knew, that to get what you need you need to work too. And then I remember the quacks that once were and knocked on the door and sold you the cure. What is it that I’m supposed to with this stuff? Or should I become part of this travelling act. I’ve got much to say: but it shames me so much, to read the bad comments on you tube you know. Why can’t you be nice or keep your mouth shut. What happened to manners and consequences rue? Did they get caught up in the web with them too. I’m frightened and worried ‘bout the world as it is, I can’t seem to fix and look to replace. I scroll through the pages convinced that it’s there: the answer I’m certain is nowhere in there.