Days Of IRC
I often wax nostalgic
for simple times
Of green letters on a black screen
And meeting my friends on my favorite channels
(We didn't call them rooms back then)
I miss the paucity of images on the screen
And the way it allowed my own images
Of sitting and chatting with Overlord23 and Cyberman37
On the banks of the creek
Behind the house I grew up in
I miss the way all the ladies
Looked like all the pretty girls
I knew from high school and college
Even the ladies who were in fact bored ugly men
Today I find a strange unfriendly world
Full of prefab images
and animation, created by
People who don't know me
And have never been where I've been
I want no part of this cruel new world,
or it's warcraft
It only makes me long
For the simple days of IRC
