Virtual Places

I used to be respected in VP

A regular member of the family
I even had like most others A fake AV

For reasons beyond my control

Back to a mug
A fate much worse then That of a mole

Deaf and nieve

I entered a room
Where I was blasted with gestures And told to leave

What it is that makes you better than me?

Just because you see pictures on your screen
The only sad thing is I used to be just like you I used to blast the poor mugs to.

For words are we have here my friend

Choose them wisely
A kiss is much better than ridicule you know A rose much sweeter and easier to grow

The next time you see a lowly mug on your screen

Welcome him with kind words
Its much easier than being mean