Lonely Heart
I enter an ad on the internet
that I hope will get
me a call: "We found you a girl;
a pretty girl. We'll fix you
up. Hey, she picks you;
so, give her a whirl."
I open my 'In Box,'
and midst spam and my docs,
her email jumps out at me.
My heart starts to sound
like a dog at the pound
who's lonesome and sad and noisy.
But, here's my dilemma:
too many a nemma-
tode* wants to wiggle in
and jiggle in my hard drive.
So, to stop 'em I've
got to block 'em: to tell how, I can't begin.
Do I 'open' or not?
The question is fraught;
it rattles, it addles my brain.
Then her aura drifts for me,
and as it wafts o'er me I hit the key:
"failuretoachieveanerectionmorethan50%ofthetime..."
* A nemmatode is a round worm that infests humans not computers, but I plead poetic license.
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011
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