MY FRIEND'S FRIEND

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