Entering The Web

The web was spun a long time ago
with rules and laws and houses
and roads and banks and names;
following in our fathers' footsteps
we continue to extend its reach
until we all play the fly game.

Outside the web it's harder, not
even possible any more
the spiders catch you when you're born
before you can crawl out of the door

You're born from an act of love
or anger or despair
but ever after must prove
your right to just stay there.

Down in the supermarket
I'll follow all the rules;
do what the packets tell me
Just like being at school.

I'm slipping into it tritely now
It's easy to make a bad rhyme
So why would I want to
do anything else? The
pleasure is really all mine.