The E-mail Monkey
The email monkey has got on my back
I have to check my mail again
For mail from friend, foe or stranger
This urge I just cannot explain
I sneak up to the computer
For the eleventh time today
With hope and eager anticipation
But only get more net-bills to pay
I get invites to visit boring sites
And offers to sell me what I don't need
Or chance to play at no-win games
This is all I get for my email greed
Not to forget the endless jokes
Most of which I was the first to send
All go straight to the recycle bin, or
are recycled again to another friend
There'll be an empty
box or yet more junk
Nothing to make me walk on air
No letter saying I've won the lottery
And am now the richest millionaire
Even when it says "You've got mail"
I know there is just no way
That a Prince Charming has written to me
Or Tom Hanks got my address today
But the E-mail monkey won't let go
I have to check my mail again
Let me go see the latest junk
And try again later, this urge to explain
~ Shanta ~
