'More Harm Than Good' Poem by Linda Winchell

We sit in front of a screen and type
To another whose name may not even be their own.
We type what ever it is we feel at that time
While never leaving the comforts of our home.

We may never see or meet the person
That one we are chatting with.
But this doesn’t seem to matter much these days.
As we in front of a computer just sit.

We get up to get a drink or some food
Then a bathroom break or two.
Then back to those faceless people we say we, 'just love! '
Who really don’t care or know the real you.

Do they know that you’re still sitting in you P.J’s?
And if they saw your face, would they give a scream?
I’m not saying this to be silly, mind ya
And I hope you don’t think that I am being mean.

But what the heck does it really matter?
You’re just a name of someone I’m typing to.
We’ll never meet eye to eye
To shake hands or say, “How Do you do? ”

So please type away what's mostly tripe
And don’t place a face to me.
I’m just a figment of your internet imagination
And that’s all it’s ever going to be!