A Computer is a Terrible Thing to Waste

I look at the screen daily,
Wishing to see the people typing,
Hoping someday to meet one,
Maybe even have a date.

Yet even I come across cool,
At least in mine own eyes.
Each typer with their own stories,
Most untrue, then, so are mine.

The woman in her twenties,
Blonde and beautiful, with blue eyes.
Actually, an over 40 meth addict,
Looking for a new sugar daddy.

The 30 something guy,
Built like Arnold,
And a face like Clooney.
350 with a shaggy beard and scars.

The sweet guy, who truly cares,
Genuinely feels for a woman's desires.
In one simple and scary word,
Pyscho.

CuteGirl19, looking for the one,
Willing to meet in a public place.
A thirty something male,
Looking to meet for romantic dinner.

Lies abound, and lives cross,
Much easier to be cool in chat.
So with that in mind,
A computer is a terrible thing to waste.