Life Reduced To a Keypad
He sits around all day, staring at the screen
An electronic lifeline or zip, and nothing in between
This is it, the sum of his life
He’s got no car, no other hobbies, and no wife
He’s met some wonderful people, don’t get him wrong;
But the nights are short, and the days are long
He takes that back, the nights are long too,
But for being long, they pass in a blur for him and you
He’s grateful to have this place
But it’s electronic threads, an invisible face
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