Virtually Me. Poem by Charles M Moore

I photographed myself
and scanned it into my computer
answering all the questions
to give me an I.Q.
then watched myself evolving
virtual life with many others
as I built myself a combo
by the sea in Lollywood

Quite amazed my virtual self
attracted some attention
down by the sea in supertime
he played on his guitar
with virtual people watching
some were dancing, some were drinking
and all the time my virtual self
played underneath the stars

I logged off and I went to bed
half sleeping strange thoughts in my head
I woke up tired as usual
and prepared myself for work
erecting steel for companys
that never get the best of me
and think I'm just some muscle
with a brain that doesn't work

While slurping coffee in my chair
I had a little time to spare
waiting for the guys
to pick me up to start the day
I logged back in to have a look
at how the virtual me turned out
and dumbstruck watched his bank account
just somehow runaway

Surprise
he was a superstar
with fancy wife, and fancy car
sitting in an office gazing at a plasma screen
virtual reality
he watched a guy that looked like me
and laughed as I spilt coffee
down the front of my new jeans

So tell Bill Gates I'm doing well
and virtually it's a spell
of never ending living
in dimension, and in time
the virtual me, that I can see
could easily have him round for tea
while virtualy I'm the one
who's counting every dime.