We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes,Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.We wait for somebody, to type out our name,We want recognition, but it is always the same.
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