I DO NOT SHARE.

My ISP contacted me,warning of offence,
A throttle threatening followed,
But I had no defence;
Wi Fi, I appealled innocently,
Hack-ed as I was,
I do not share with anyone,
Not files; nor do I pfish,
If I could, I would;
I w i s h:
But my skills are sorely limited,
I twitter not nor tweet,
I am but a victim, of someone down our street,
Whose skills far surpass mine,
But lacking in dosh,
Used my ISP,to incriminate me,
And downloaded all their favourites,
Leaving me under the kosh.
Hands off !

Political correctness; a social hell
free speech? I stand in the street and keen
Once I had rights; now they’re gone, as well ---

Now sit and weep in my prison cell
for all of the things that might have been
Political correctness; a social hell ---

Files, downloads, torrents, hide them well
to see all you have, the establishment means
Once I had rights; now they’re gone, as well ---

One suspect word and it’s ringing a bell
in a government office a light turns green
Political correctness; a social hell ---

You’ve lost your connection, but it’s just as well
protection from yourself is what they mean
Once I had rights; now they’re gone, as well ---

Keep a stiff upper lip – we English don’t dwell
the pastures of England are no longer green
Political correctness; a social hell
Once I had rights; now they’re gone, as well

Don't disconnect me, I've done nothing wrong,
I just surfed the net for the name of a song,
That I heard on the radio earlier today,
I clicked on a link and it started to play.

I quite like the song but not so much to buy it,
So I'm grateful the 'net allowed me to try it,
I can't waste my money. Unfortunately,
Minimum wage won't buy a CD.

It isn't the first time, that I'll admit,
And I'm told what I'm doing you will not permit,
It's fine for the fat cats to rake in more dough,
But to try before buying - I'm breaking the law.

Now my wireless connection's no loner alive,
So I can't work from home, I'm having to drive,
Polluting the air with both curses and fumes,
Sitting in traffic and listening to tunes.

Tunes I'll recall when I get home tonight,
But do I like Kings of Leon? Are N-Dubz alright?
I can only find out by using the 'net,
I'll hack into next door's - you've not blocked them yet.

They won't understand when their internet fails,
They just used it weekly to pick up emails,
Which kept them in touch with their daughter in Looe,
'Though she never replies because she's cut-off too.

And when the internet's barred for all normal men,
So we can't shop online for our music, what then?
Will music producers be shaking your hand,
If no-one buys music, who forms a band?

So don't disconnect us, don't cut the strings,
To the vast information the internet brings,
Allow us choose what we read and we hear,
And admit that Three Strikes is a stupid idea.

Lord Mandelson when are you going to realise,
That broadband providers are not government spies,
And the general public loves their online disguise,
No-one wants to receive your nasty little surpise.

Lord Mandelson when will you understand,
That this population relies on its high speed broadband,
And with computer equipment costing close to a grand,
Why shouldn't we make use of this virtual land.

Lord Mandelson when will you agree,
That throttling the line is an atrocity,
This is why the general public plea,
Is this not obvious for you to see.

Lord Mandelson is there not a better way,
Perhaps a broadband licence for us lets say,
If filesharing were made legal we would happily pay,
It's a good suggestion at the of the day!

Lord Mandelson I urge you to think again,
Before you and the government are put in a spin,
And the election certainly won't be a win,
Instead, you could all end up in the virtual recycling bin!

The once was a man called Mandelson
Who wanted us to stop having fun
By snooping on us all
No matter how small
We’ll end up not getting some!!