Cybersluts A crime of passion, A crime of love,
and all of these you feel your above.
Behind your keyboard and monitor screen
you look nice but your really nasty and mean.
You live in someone's demented fantasy.
Sitting there twisting on your reality.
Hiding in flirtations and innuendo's.
Just looking around at dorks and bimbos.
Knowing that the truth cuts clean
and to some seems spiteful and mean.
You cry and throw you hands high
but your words are nothing by type in my eye.
I don't care about your petty life
or you over there trying to cheat on your wife.
This is all just in your fantasy.
While I sit here and twist your reality.
For it seems, you know no truth.
Like a con man in the late night telephone booth.
Conning me out of time and love.
While you still throw your hands up above.
So you all need to get a clue
and learn that a communication breakdown is nothing new,
So while you pick and nick
over me telling you to suck my dick.
So get real and understand
a word is nothing more than a motion of the hand.
For I've been growing in this Cyber-Fantasy
and from my eyes is a sick twisted sub culture reality.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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