Pc Addiction

I now tip toe through the house,
Being quiet as a mouse,
Everyone is asleep,
That's the scene I plan to keep,
Sitting at the computer with out a light,
On the key board I gently type,
My addiction I know so well,
But want to be sure no one else can tell,
I just need a little bit more,
A forum I need to score,
Not sure if anyone is there,
But if they are or not I just don't care,
Maybe a chance to get the last word,
Or just to know that I will be heard,
I scroll through the Topics at hand,
Will I find one that I understand,
My finger start to shake,
Just not sure which topic to take,
I type away but have to delete,
The right key my fingers can't meet,
I knew I should have taken the class,
That teaches you to type real fast,
But with 2 fingers I am on my way,
Feeling better but really had nothing to say,
To me it's just like a drug,
I simply have the PC bug,
The INTERNET has a hold on me,
I have with drawls that I want no one to see,
I got it bad so a few minutes won't do,
I need many hits the whole day through,
There are books for the PC and the dope,
But none on how to kick the habit and cope,
A 12 step program they need to invent,
And they would If they knew all the hours I've spent,
At my desk or on a lap top,
It really doesn't matter I just can't stop,
Now that I've cleared my head,
I can quietly tip toe back to bed!

An Uncle Charlie Original