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Open Mic at the Tiger
Always a special night
Our ever genial host seemed
Always to get things just right.
I was told they were lovers
So I just couldn’t understand
How they sat facing each other
While each talked to the hand.

This behaviour apparently
Seemed to be their norm
She never even looked up
When he got up to perform.
And when he returned
She knew I assumed
But without any sign, lack
Of coverse was resumed

I couldnt resist speculating
Did they pause to make love
Or were they both too addicted
to their Ether world above.
Did he approach her
By text or by S.M.S.
Fancy sex my darling
Text N for No, Y for Yes.

Did they keep their phones handy
If they performed the act of love,
Did they break off to answer calls
From that cyber world up above.
How did modern affairs work
Whar satisfaction did each get
From moulding their love around
Addiction to the internet?

I asked a young friend but
He didn’t seem to understand
But he was rather busy I suppose
As he was talking to his hand.
Perhaps its nature’s subtle way
Of taking pity on Planet Earth
By distracting humanity and
Cutting down their rate of birth

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