In internet land we all look the same
Your name is ineffective and seclusive
Age secretive, seductive
Your mind only matters
While your body dissolves
And thought patterns become
Your 'figure' for speech
Plug into your friends
And spend hours detached
Sunless, helpless, pale and relaxed
No need to smile,
No need to cry
In internet land we all try
Connection, on a basic level
And if I want to try to be the Devil
I can cross such barriers with my hand-
For all is fair in internet land.
This place is Utopia and it is Hell
For scent is replaced with nuance
While we tell each other secrets,
No one may know -
But in internet land there is no one to show
Who is the pauper and who is the Queen?
In internet land we forgo such things
But still bugs attract and construct together
Moths to the flame of each other
Internet land is cold and bleak
Without those other masks we seek.
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