Some people have the need to explore
And you'll find them on the chatroom floor
They say hi!!...And goodbye!!...as they run out the door
Or they'll say brb...while they go to the store...lol
They talk to strangers because of a need
Some looking for love and are planting the seed
A sorrier bunch you'll not find indeed
Some want profiles...it's the dirtiest deed
Being put on display for everyone to read
If you are lucky, you may succeed
In finding a love but take careful heed
It's dangerous, and could possibly lead
To falling in love with some lofting creep
Then there's the problem a phenomenon I'm told
That some of them can be very bold
You'll fall in love with their words of gold
They can lie and be young, when they are very old
They speak with precision and soon you are sold
They live far away and you want them to hold
And you wonder how the hell you can get to Boise, Idaho...lol
And before you know it, they will erase
Your address and downloaded case
They'll ghost you or boot you into outer space
When you act like someone, not of this human race
You can't think of anyone else, and it's such a waste
Because often it's done in such a terrible haste
It leaves you with an awful taste
In your mouth, when you cut and paste
That strangers face
In your file of disgrace!!
jp 7/98
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