IRC POEM
I got up this morning, but haven't yet
dressed.
My dishes aren't done, and my house is a
mess.
Have not done my work, have not fed the
cat,
Just on line for a second, and popped in to
"chat".
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I used to watch TV, I used to cook
Mex,
I think I remember...yeah, I used to have
SEX!
I used to walk upright, now roll on my
chair,
Tho' it causes the neighborhood children to
stare.
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I wanted to travel around on the
Net,
Been too busy chatting to get on there
yet.
I wanted to spreadsheet, word process, or
paint,
But gettin' on with them is just what I
ain't!
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So much to learn and I wanted to
but
I'm too busy chatting and splitting a
gut,
Talkin' and listenin'...is it such a
sin?
Oh, gawd, what a fix I have got myself
in!
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Then up pops a name on my neat Buddy
List,
Think I'll go out and give HIS tail a
twist!>
And in comes an IM from some weirdo
guy
I cuss 'im, insult 'im, and tell him "bye
bye".
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Is there a 12 step, support group, or
such?
For those of us folks who chat on too
much?
If there was a group, I would like it just
fine,
Except that it prob'ly would be here
online!
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Are there therapists here? I think that I saw
some
Its got me, its got me, its power is
AWESOME.
It's my new computer, I've had it one
week,
Now I look in the mirror and I see a
"geek".
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Or maybe a geekess, but I see the
signs,
Please help me, please help me, please get me
off-line!
Or better, please Email a burger and
fries,
'Cause I'm staying ONLINE, at least 'til I
die!!!
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