Unfolded FingerprintsRight, I’ve got an internet crush
And it’s great. It’s easy and is there Hiding in the corner Within my monitor Glowing when it’s dark And getting very, very Late. I’m ashamed to say I had a day dream Not that I’ve done that with any other Cyberman In the online dating scene. It’s just a simple internet crush With this bloke typing to me. We just chatter on MSN Lots of males want to do that You just gotta be discerning Avoid banal conversation For the sake of it This Throng of men. So, I’ve got this internet crush Right. And, although I’ve got plenty to do, I end up Sitting Typing to him, telling myself Only An hour But then I turn around And we’ve been typing Into the Night. Now This is where a theory of mine comes in, I believe in saying something nice. You know If something moves you, Share it Spread it around Say it out loud Like the nice things you notice Shiny hair or a nice pair of boots An interesting news story Read it To a stranger Whilst I’m drinking coffee At a small wooden table In the main street where I live In a little market town. When you say something nice It should be good for everyone involved Although, I have to Say Saying Something nice Often Receives a frown. That’s just a bit sad In my eyes Because, well What’s wrong in Doing That? And I’m sorry now, To repeat a word from You know My Aside Last night But they’d be happier Less paranoid If I’d behaved Like A twat. So I pity the people Who think It’s strange when a stranger Is nice. Life is good when it’s simple Who wouldn’t want that? And really, if you’re honest No-one is Truly Made of Ice. But, yeah, I’ve got An internet crush And there’s nothing wrong with it. (can you see what’s coming yet?) I’d proclaim it in the chatroom, Piss a few people Off I don’t care. I know He knows I think He is fit Amongst fitness He’s the –est He’s appears to have the most. And a thing I like Is he feels not The need to boast, oh no! I am yet To detect Arrogance, a display thereof And do you know what I think? What I daydreamed about Just briefly, a fleeting Thought? That, some time Maybe I’ll send him these words As they were wrote Maybe One day. Bundle them up in a jiffy bag Simply push the paper his way. Give him the ink from the pen in my hand And If that’s all that’s ever properly exchanged, The Closest We physically get That’s fine We shouldn’t mind If only our Fingerprints On the paper Where I wrote If that’s all, Then that is fine. Because You know His unfolding And seeing of the scribbles The changes and errors And starts It’s enough It’s doesn’t matter That we never meet. The idea, The unfolding And fingerprints sharing A Touch Well It’s somehow Sweet. So, there you are I’ve done it Just shared something nice And as I said We should all do this Not just voice moans You get the gist. And perhaps I should have Saved this For a valentine’s day But And now you should have Caught the drift My internet crush Everybody Is the Marvellous …. …. |