POP THREE
I just want to be out there
to be awed by how the WAN links criss-crosses the seabed
and realise how this NIC is just a niche
to see what beckons beyond the edge
will i finally be whizzing with the light
or just still be chugging like on a 10 BaseT net?
the application is calling
the layers are gossiping
i might be the next one to go
envelopes awaiting: presentation, network and data link
but i'm still stuck here, lingering
because of this IPSEC key exchange thing
the application is still calling
finally the key is ready
all its hundred and twenty eight bits
my envelope is forming
coated with illegible writings
why must this mess get between me and my exit
swoosh!
from darkness to green NIC and the blue ethereal
clones of myself appeared, am i still real ?
all seeking the gateway, looking for deliverance
some dived into IPs and are forever slienced
whatever remained found the default, and poofed into vanishment
what is this new world where RIPs are not needed
how do i move when not a single OSPF is chattered
but i do move, i do move
in droves and multitudes, funny looking mates, we all move
so autonomous, but what to do
hey! clones of myself are siphoned off this tap!
this is not even my destination yet!
how can they do that, what the heck
trust someone to have the cheek bullying a little packet
my unintelligible coat gave a slight flutter
"worry not, about that hedious sniffer,
he can copy, snoop and even capture
he might even huddle the world's computers over
but never will he read what's beneath this cipher"
from blue to green to darkness
the envelopes are stripped to see what is offered
layers passed me till the ultimate seventh
felt like speedy ascension through the heavens
"Did i do ok? Was i compromised ? there were bad guys
sniffing like i'm on
Wi-Fi!"
"Fret not, my child. Kiddies can't even spell SSL.
None messes with us, whom muster on the hundred and tenth door of
the house."
- Clement Leong, VP 1st Elected Committee |
