Oh say can we chat on the pc tonight,
with the web cams both on, till the dawns early light,
In the cyber we'll fly pixels gleaming on screen,
we must thank Bill for all things that are seen.
Bill has no gates and he has no doors,
but he has the windows never looked out before.
So many log on and so many do cyber,
There are a few sites without morale fiber.
You pick your screen names in clever design,
for the way you are now and things wanted in time.
So many log on and so many do chat,
till you open the cam your not ugly or fat.
So many log on and enter the net,
their lives mold around the screen,
right where they set.
They eat drink and sleep there caught up in a net.
Some are rude and obnoxious without any fret.
Seeking faster connections and better down loads,
upgrading is a virus what a obsession it holds.
This silicon life form searching for A.I.
when it's down loaded cyber won't DIE!
Stanley Victor Paskavich