The angry old men say it was better back when
We used to keep the aspidistra flying
Now it may be the case that we can’t change our fate
But there’s surely no harm in trying?
But ten mysterious photos that can’t be explained
Are draining away the best of my day
And fragments of songs that I never wrote
Are rotting in the pockets of my winter coat
Now the world wide web is a wonderful thing
You’re just a click away from all of the facts
But there’s a downside if you’ve a curious mind
It’s like heroin for autodidacts
I’ve been down rabbit holes, I’ve seen the rabid trolls
Cackling in the twilight of the Age of Reason
One thing I’ve noticed as I get older
Common sense, like art, is in the eye of the beholder
Now the new breed of Know Nothings are flooding my screen
They scare me, they’re so goddam sure
They look like reasonable folks but the next thing you know
They’re screaming ‘I don’t want your cure!’
The conspiracy hacks, the cybercondriacs,
Gripped by their fevered imagination
They’ve switched the filters off, too much is not enough
You know that you can overdose on information?