THE DAY THE INTERNET DIED

A ruthless virus,
dressed as a security guard,
got it in an art gallery(busy stirring a cup of coffee)
with a tommy gun
blew it to hell
(hotmail and Facebook and Brittanica all at once,
all together)

He was always a slightly shady friend
and security was light,
so I'd half-expected it
for a long time

Still, it came at a bad moment
and felt like the electric fences dying
in "Jurassic Park" mid the roar of rexes,
like being busted
with a suitcase full of grass,
like losing my magical mystery pass

Well, at least
I'd made good use of it:

SILICON TO ASHES
RUST TO DUST