When tired of virtual

There is a short poem under the cut, why do computers and a sedentary lifestyle enrage me more and more?



Who flies into the world of toys?

Who left quietly to wait

Resting in the pad pillows?

To love, hope, dream



That our real world will come back

Whose virtual world is the window?

And the Persian night shoulder will break through

Through the captivity of illusions in a man's house?



So whose pisishny fun

Who was aged at the end?

Whose ass became very heavy?

Whose x * p will not rise at last?

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I work in the trash burned,

We got CADS and CAE.

You turned into coal

Shit play steam-ovskoe.



And why aren't we sleeping together?

Once there were a husband and wife.

Whose song fades away in the fresh air?

Whose mind stale bark?



Who is guilty? What to do next?

In short, give me your comp.

Let it fly through the glass with plywood

All games and soft info-com.



© AlexKaz 25 May 2019