Through the router type a ruse
I am a hooker on the loose
I a pauper with unholy paunch
True to form, a lecherous raunch
I’d never run promised myself
Get the hardware off the shelf
Marching words across a screen.
Pull a fast an the disc is clean
My eyes glued no tear will fall
Just type a quicker for her call
Tears of dismay and of sorrow
Oh! Paste a joke, fake a morrow
Logged off now, but not for long
Hooked she is to my tick tack song
How could they so much mean
There’s no cure an no wean
Nothing stems and no firewalls
If on line, she’s waiting calls
On love or hate I do not thrive
Always on, on forward drive
In this buzz no love no cheat
If your rig is dig be up beat.
The virtual world a veritable trap
Abuzz the genie on my clap
(Islamabad)
(May 15,2009)
saadat tahir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/virtual-love-e-fishing/
