It started out quite harmlessly,
some naughty mixed with nice.
Then it turned into obsession,
an addiction and a vice.
He some became incapable
of talking to a girl
who wasn't made of pixels
screwing in his made up world.
Now virtual vixens fill his nights
and dominate his days.
It all self gratifying
in a sad pathetic way
He's like Don Juan de Marco
losing his humanity
The only connection that he has left
is with Direct T.V.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
virtually tapped out lol, funny yet sad.