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,
 

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.

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!

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!

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
 

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!

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,
 

Or maybe a geekess, but I see the  signs,
Please help me, please help me, please get me  offline!
Or better, please Email a burger and fries
Cause I'm Stayin on Line at least Till I Die

Thanks Judi for sending this poem,  author unknown