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The Realm of Machine
by Brian Francis
Tit for tat again and again
Cyber daggers thrown across the screen
The reckless immaturity of selfish rage
Played out in the virtual realm of machine
Secreted behind the identity maze
Hidden within the cyber haze
boldness because nobody knows
hidden and peering
like through a knot in a plank
who and where are abstracts here
In the deep, the dark, of cyber-real.
The teens in their chat rooms
Like chickens unaware
The hawk circles silently
Watching -- choosing prey
The lonely a flag the signs so clear
The needing -- the giving
The cutting away
In news groups and topic rooms
the perfect and righteous claim rule
fuck with my chat room
Ill boot you, you fool
They are the king of all they survey
The starring attraction
of their own cyber play
alone in their dispirit rooms
P. R. is the game of their choice
Tormented by their own private sins
They live a vicarious life
Tit for tat again and again
Cyber daggers thrown across the screen
The reckless immaturity of selfish rage
Played out in the virtual realm of machine
08/30/2003 Posted on 08/30/2003
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