I photographed myself <br />and scanned it into my computer <br />answering all the questions <br />to give me an I.Q. <br />then watched myself evolving <br />virtual life with many others <br />as I built myself a combo <br />by the sea in Lollywood <br /> <br />Quite amazed my virtual self <br />attracted some attention <br />down by the sea in supertime <br />he played on his guitar <br />with virtual people watching <br />some were dancing, some were drinking <br />and all the time my virtual self <br />played underneath the stars <br /> <br />I logged off and I went to bed <br />half sleeping strange thoughts in my head <br />I woke up tired as usual <br />and prepared myself for work <br />erecting steel for companys <br />that never get the best of me <br />and think I'm just some muscle <br />with a brain that doesn't work <br /> <br />While slurping coffee in my chair <br />I had a little time to spare <br />waiting for the guys <br />to pick me up to start the day <br />I logged back in to have a look <br />at how the virtual me turned out <br />and dumbstruck watched his bank account <br />just somehow runaway <br /> <br />Surprise <br />he was a superstar <br />with fancy wife, and fancy car <br />sitting in an office gazing at a plasma screen <br />virtual reality <br />he watched a guy that looked like me <br />and laughed as I spilt coffee <br />down the front of my new jeans <br /> <br />So tell Bill Gates I'm doing well <br />and virtually it's a spell <br />of never ending living <br />in dimension, and in time <br />the virtual me, that I can see <br />could easily have him round for tea <br />while virtualy I'm the one <br />who's counting every dime.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/virtually-me/
