(sonnet attempt # V)
V
Now you can call me on the telephone,
Or maybe correspond via snail mail,
Or better yet, waste time in real life, no?!
Like face-to-face or hand-in-hand, avail
Ourselves of time alone. Like real folks do.
But as for all this stuff online, come on,
It's all a joke, a lie, a waste of time,
For fantasies and fools, and creeps, facades,
And UNreal things, delusions oh so fine!
Our love and kisses face-to-face is true.
I want these things, and honesty, and trust:
I want to be too precious for vain lies.
I don't want to be trashed, or online junk:
I want to be somebody's love in REAL life.
03Nov10