A Modern Day Phenomomen

He sits all day with head so bowed
Sometimes muttering half aloud,
Fingers moving from time to time,
Across the keyboard in perfect rhyme.

The mouse he grips and moves around,
Making images on the screen abound,
Oblivious to the world or outside things
Only intent on the screen that brings.

Wondrous shapes and beuties rare, that suddenly appear before him there,
Pleas from wife and family then fall on deaf ears, untill when
Exhaustion strikes, but still he dreams, of all the images on the screeen
Obseesed with all the miracles he has seen.

This indeed is the computer buff, one who can never get enough,
Of the flttering screen, the endlesss views, even to the daily news,
Totally absorbed to the exclusion of all things else
Just in the realmof perfect self.
Jw march 00