Virtual Vixens Poem by John F. McCullagh

It started out quite harmlessly,
some naughty mixed with nice.
Then it turned into obsession,
an addiction and a vice.

He some became incapable
of talking to a girl
who wasn't made of pixels
screwing in his made up world.

Now virtual vixens fill his nights
and dominate his days.
It all self gratifying
in a sad pathetic way

He's like Don Juan de Marco
losing his humanity
The only connection that he has left
is with Direct T.V.