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Instant Messages
author:Marty Duffy
Assignments bully my weary head tonight.
And I fiddle on a machine waiting to talk
To that human being. Though not quite
A talk, a type. An instant message as
The computer-literate always say.
Oh, do have her open that door tonight,
And grace me with her sugary delight.
If online she comes, how will it all begin?
Do we scan reference tables forgotten
In our lockers? Do we think off each other for
The perfect essay? Maybe we'll ignore the
Assignments, And wonder why the highway
System began, or why people fight each other.
Any conversation will suffice my sugary vice.
These instant messages are not instant (as their
Creators claim). They pump a healthy beat. My
Heart would pour out were it instant. I'd have
A heart attack; nothing travels so quickly. I've
The time to add question marks when wondering.
I've the time to add exclamation marks when
Feeling excited. No thinking on my feet!
On that white-colored battlefield, my hands
And my keyboard irradiate. I turn into a
Hero; I'm the most muscular, with the coolest
Font, with that perfect text-size, and wielding
Glory with that navy-gold, "Blue Angel"
Inspired Windows color scheme.
Enough to impress Helen of Troy you'd think!
When the door opens, we're together on a desert
Island. We're stranded, surrounded by an empty
Pixel ocean, with only a desktop background in
Sight on the horizon. If it would trap us on our
Island forever, I'd smash my mouse with a hammer.
For only that plastic toy clicks the 'X' to erase
Our sugarcane covered island: the place where I
Write my homework.
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