inspired by this post at Crooked Timber and with apologies to William "Would You Like To See My Etchings" Blake.
Cyber Cyber burning bright
In teh wee hours of night
What immoral acts we type
At least we're not doin' it on Skype.
In what distant deeps and skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
How old you are, I cannot tell,
Please IM your A/S/L.
And the pic in your gravatar
Teh tee that says nerds you ♥
Makes mine skip an irregular beat
Makes me question if I am 1337.
WTH! WTF!
OMG! Teh heat does suck.
What the anvil? what death grip
Off the desk one hand slips
When it's done, I lower my spear
And water'd keyboard with my tears
I did smile, thinking you nude
Whilst in my base, killing my d00dz.
Cyber Cyber burning bright
In teh wee hours of night
What immoral acts we type
To each other through teh Intarpipes.
2011-08-12
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While you typed one-handed, frantically
I took your words romantically
Your flattering odes disturbed the world
For fleeting weeks, I wasn't a wife, just a naughty girl
Poetry, bitches!
Oh goodness, another of them pr0n cites I've heard so much about.
~
They say you should write what you know,
And so
The topic of my lyrical creations,
Masturbation.
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