The Lonelyness Of The Social Networking Widower

"The Loneliness Of The Social Networking Widower" By Marcus Cooke

Get of that computer
Go make me a cup of tea
turn that bloody thing off
I’m on my knees begging please.
 
No chance of a warm embrace
No get out clause just in case
This repartition kills me  
 
No chance of an erection
She’s more interested in her avitor
And a strong internet connection
 
I’m in competition  
with a piece of plastic  
with a screen
Most days I just give up  
and prepare to scream
 
Hi remember me?
Instead of looking at that thing
Maybe you can talk to me?
Yes, i sit on my ass assorbing callaries
but at least i never loose my signal
or run out of battaries.
 
It’s too late  
I’m married to this face booking fiddler
And so it must remain
The  Lonelyness  Of  The  Social  Networking  Widower