Simulating Stimulating Data Streams

Dings for dongs as data steams across my screan  
All these guys competing for my imaginary love  
Each ding makes her scream and quiver  
So I let the others pay for her squirts and cries  
So many choices, so many pretty girls  
How many are out there in the world?  
Are they lonely or just collecting cash and coins?  
Thousands upon thousands  
Is anyone actually having real sex  
Or is the entire world just masturbating away  
Before they know it, 20 years of jerking off and cumming  
To partners on cameras who can't even see you  
Unless you want to pay extra in private rooms  
What a nuts world of nuts not being loved  
Yet the computer keeps finding it's way back to naked cams  
Of women I'll never meet or even know their real names  
I'm not sure if it is just a waste of time  
Or a necessary sin to survive another lonely night  
Seems like madness but at least private madness  
Like expecting a different outcome after another shot of cum  
The very definition of insanity when the hope of meeting her  
Becomes a tangible desire that will never be real  
Are they as lonely as me or just as broke  
At least they don't mislead you like the ladies on dating apps  
They like to pretend too but without the orgasms  
Makes me want to bang my head against the wall  
Cos I ain't banging anything else into walls or matresses or pillows...  
I need a shower just to wash away the sweat and tears...