Mystic30

I have a friend with a problem you see
I notice it when she is talking to me
She is just like a witch out stalking the night
but her broomstick's a modem when she takes to flight
I've seen it before from people in here
a disconnection being her biggest fear
All over the world like the Santa Clause man
controlling the rains by the mouse in her hand
She loves what she does it passes her time
searching for things that don't cost her a dime
For a .gif, to a .jpg or a Paint shop pro tube
it does not matter if it's free it will do
Sometimes she offers to take me along
but I find out real quick it's not where I belong
I try to keep up cause she is so nice
but by the nights end my fingers need ice
She screams through the night like a raging fire
looking for things that she might desire
Stopping at every page you can bet
checking for things that she doesn't have yet
Then there is a beep that she knows all too well
Her heart skips a beat and her eyes start to swell
She mumbles some words that come from deep down
and her beautiful smile turns a nasty frown
Her palms become sweaty and her temper grows short
and the computer is asking if she wants to abort
Her veins they surge and her blood pressure soars
just like all the times this has happened before
Frantically clicking the mouse in her hand
wanting to junk the heap in the can
Then there's a sound like a sweet lull la bye
the modem is beeping it's sweet music of life
She brushes her hair and closes her eyes
and with a deep breath she lets out a sigh
The beat of her heart fades back into her chest
and her rage of anger returns to it's rest
She is a peaceful creature like none you have seen
but addicted she is and that I have seen
Being a friend it must be over looked
and I hope in my mind I am not as hooked

Author= Douglas Q. Plew