Next to me sits.
One all full of bits.
Looks just like me.
Yet many more keys.
Same face like a screen.
Yet smarter and supreme.
Many words and ideas.
Bold and without fears.
A library in a box.
I'm only like the fox.
Cables are our blood.
We both don't like floods.
Computer and T.V. are we.
Two friends for a fee.
Now I'm not T.V. alone.
In my room - your new home.
Side by side we sit.
Book readers are in fits.
Two screen eyes shine.
Inside chips - memories and minds.
What is really all this ?
WITS - MITS - FITS - SITS - BITS - TITS.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3