What is
this that we have done,
When on the computer we play?
We know it matters not
Be it night or day.
We fire up our modems
And we set down in our chair.
Some of us we grab our drinks
Others will put up their hair.
Our fingers are poised at the keys
When we start typing,it seems we do as we please.
Who will we touch?
Where shall we go?
What darkest sites?
Today will it show?
From the depths of depravity
To the heighths of desire
Will we look for gravity?
Or words that inspire.
Some seek pleasure
Others find only pain
Many search for treasure
But in the end we are just the same.
Electronic people we are
On our puters we give.
Our browser is our star
And bye our connections we live.
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