Cyberspace

Cyberspace

A dammed odd place

Where fancy frees the soul

When men of four-feet eight

See above your gait

And the semiconscious

Become droll

Behind a screen of lies

The spirit flies

And ego's just inflate

Soon every word has twofold implication

As 'on-line' surpasses, all infatuate

Lorry drivers become, transport execs

And no one's ever plain

A virtual sun-swept Florida

Bronzed flawless bodies in the main

No mac's, no furry slippers

A place where perfect skin is sure

No self-assurance needed

No tong-tied blushes anymore

Where size really has no allusion

Cause every guy has nine

Exaggeration, twisted delusion

Unbridle the sublime

Just never take it seriously

As reality will train

If he's six feet two in cyberspace

He'll need extentions

On earths terrain

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