Cast White the Net
There’s nothing you can’t find there on the web
Unless it’s innocence. You type in “pure”
And up comes pure cocaine and some celeb
(A swinish, big tit party epicure)
Who’s snorted far too many thrilling lines.
You key in “innocent” and up come priests
Abusing boys. It’s now a field of mines.
The web reveals a dark realm full of beasts
For pushing death and hate for Muslim guys
And making millions selling pills that grow
Your dick to some gorilla-thumping size.
There’s nothing now ideal that isn’t low.
Vanilla has become vanilla sex.
The worldside web’s a universal hex.