"Friends Without
Faces"
Author: Mimouska
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,
We all have to wonder, What this possibbly means.
With our mouse we man, through the room in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes,
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type in our name,
We want recognition, but its always the same.
We give Kisses and Hugs, and sometimes we flirt,
In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships-but-why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on our screen, we can be so bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our minds,
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the ~puter~, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are Friends without Faces, with odd little names.
Printed with permission from Mimouska
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