Internet Intercourse

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Time for a discordant discourse
About internet intercourse
A fine way to waste a week
Or a year of your life
But for most it proves
Inadequate to find a wife
Strife and pain; and happiness
Sometimes but not usually
These poems are getting
To be fitful and frugally
Telling the truth from
Within my soul
A dab and a smear
And a burning red coal
Searing and scorching
A hole in my heart
Western medicine cannot find
Or begin to heal
The chakras are twisted
Like the knots in my stomach
The illusion of privacy
Less than in public
Pervasive and petty
Knowledge in all things
If I knew where to start
My healing could grow wings

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