The re-fragmentation of my soul
A way to feel, somehow, you're in control
No monitor to gaze into.
Just the proud and the few.
The whir of machinery
and the act of paternity.
The blessed few that happen to beg
And then get down low on one leg.
Not a sin involved in purposed wishes.
Because we all have to swim with the big fish’s.
Hope for the best, but expect the worst to come
As the machinery starts it’s eager and steady hum.
Yet only a click away from lifelong bliss
So hurry and say I do and seal it with a kiss.

09/12/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about my father finding his wife on the internet... long story, but that's the condensed version of it.. So I put the whole computer aspect into marriage and this is what came out...

Posted on 09/12/2003
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