Deja Vu
Writing by Green Guy on Wednesday, 9 of April , 2008 at 11:12 pm
by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
There was a little man in a gloomy little house,
He wouldnt talk to you and he didnt have a spouse;
But he had a ‘puter and an account to old SL
Where he became a man that could raise a little hell.
He made himself so strong and he made himself so young,
A pistol in each hand and he made himself well-hung.
He taught himself to build and he taught himself to sell;
He opened strings of shops and he loved the ladies well.
Through SL he went like a sled upon a glacier,
Trying everything and going against nature.
His friend list was so heavy and his groups were all maxed out;
You had to leave him notes cuz his IM’s wouldnt route.
His mansion was so full of many tortured prim,
He had so many things that there was no room for him.
He had to block his friends and the ones he left behind;
In the pressure of this world, he nearly lost his mind.
So he moved his handsome avi into a gloomy little house,
He wouldnt talk to you and he no longer had a spouse;
But he had some land here in old SL,
And here he sat, a man, in his brand new virtual cell.
copyright (c) 2008 - Kris Dibou - used by the gracious permission of the author.
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