Our fellow man is in quite a stew
over from the barbarianism from which he grew.
He's still in shock over be a slave owner
and getting the us of a on a loaner.
Man is still in awe that he can scratch his ass
or not have to own slaves to be able to cut his grass.
He's still so smug in his air conditioned house
with the poisons to kill any trespassing mouse.
He so smug in his TV, Web browsing, pastime sharing
and with all this technology he's come without caring.
See, he now stays in his house for days at a stint
and in this obsession he's gone head long sprint.
He's shunned dealing with the outside world
since in a chat room you can meet some girls.
It's like being on chosen house arrest
since he thinks that staying home is the best.
No dealing with the fucked up people outside
just me at home behind my computer is where I'll hide.
No one can tell me who I am anymore
and I don't have to deal with the daily chores.
I just sit back and play a game or two
and maybe go into a chat room for a few.
I might go browse the web for some new toys
or go out and find me some new noise.
It don't matter anymore to me
since the computer is all I've come to see.
I've seen things come and go
some fly by fast, others creep by slow.
It's not worth the effort to compensate
since I guess your not one to try to relate.

06/20/2000

Posted on 12/16/2003
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