Surf This
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Keypads, hard drives
the new must haves consuming our lives.
A hidden conspiracy.
A trap that we jump into willingly.
You can't turn off what is always on-
line looking for something or someone
doesn't matter who they are,
or where they come from.
E-Mail, hope for tail
Turn on my cam
God damn-it's a man-
so I fail.
Hit or miss, still I pursue-
Hit me back young miss-
I'd like to get to know you-
Cyber Sex, within the text
typing your hypeing,
your bits are not byteing.
Friday night didn't go out-
but got on-
line...
something that will be around
long after all my love is gone.
lamemansterms |
Submission Name: surf this
