smiles are the backdrop, laughter is the stage,
everyone is doing it, chatting's all the rage,
sitting in the corner, type away the night,
bloodsot eyes from staring, man what a sight,
telling all those stories, making up the lies,
making all new friendships, severing old ties,
monitors are blinking, keys are clicking loud,
given this is cyber, mother would be proud ?
Dean Williams© 2004