Instant Messaging Poem by Izzy Ruffin

You enter your screen name,
quickly rushing the password,
incase someone might see.
An invisible list of people appear,
you click swiftly on a few.
“Hey, what’s up? ” you say.
You’re expecting the typical reply.
It’s usually all the same,
“How are you? ” You ask,
“I’m good, and you? ” they reply.
An IM window opens up,
a request to join a chat.
You accept and enter the room,
about a dozen people inside,
quickly chatting it up. “Hey, ” you say.
Hands on the keyboard,
ready to reply.
You might not like IM,
you might stick to E-Mail.
But E-Mail is old,
and takes forever to load.
So, for tonight, I’ll stick to IM,
where the party never ends.