On it I stay,
For hours each day,
My TV stays off,
I speak to this little box,
Sometimes I ask why I cough…
I have an addictive personality,
Or so I am told,
To the worst it could lead to my fatality,
As long as I don’t start having sex,
With this little box, leading me to immorality…
Do ya think one day we will actually wear a patch,
To keep our minds off of this our love match,
I mean I spend more time on here than going outside,
I truly think that this damn thing may one day,
Send me screaming to the booby hatch…
© ed ~ 9/14/08
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Ron
Walt
Regis
DON YOUR TROUSERS,
DARN YOUR SOCKS,
WALK THE BEACH,
LEAVE THAT BOX!
DOESN'T HAVE TO BE
DIVORCE, YOU SEE -
JUST SEPARATION -
TO SET YOU FREE!
SET UP A 'REWARD - PUNISHMENT' SCHEME -
TAKE TIME TO COUNT BLESSINGS -
PONDER AND WONDER -
PERCHANCE TO DREAM!
GET OUT AND ABOUT -
GET OFF YOUR DUFF -
APPRECIATE MOTHER NATURE -
PERHAPS IN THE 'BUFF'?
OF THE PAIR -
THE SMARTEST IS RUFUZ -
THE BOX-SHACKLED DEVIL
IS REALLY THE DOOFUS!
YOU ARE NOT BLIND -
YOU ARE NOT DUMB -
YOU ARE NOT LAME - (well, physically, anyways) -
YOU ARE NOT DEAF -
IN SHORT - "THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I"
PEACE - FRIEND - PEACE - AN OCCASIONAL PIECE MIGHT HELP TOO!
TK
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Oh, this is too true. I work on a computer at work 10 hours a day, and than come home and play about two hours. If the Internet goes down, I start having withdrawals. You caught this feeling all of computer people have just perfectly.
Mary
By the way, I have a black thumb, I never even thought of planting my own bush. Love ya, Bonnie