Online

Message pops up, line is connected,
digital world, persona projected.
Confident, handsome, be what you may,
Pilot, surgeon, a new life each day.

This book of faces, truth or true lie,
network of falsehood, friends till we die...
Society built, upon bits, upon bytes,
pathways of lists with friendly invites.

Pal of a buddy of a chum of a mate,
spiralling outward, it's never too late.
So much in common, my like and my hate,
perfection in print, a binary fate...

Warning remembered, when logging on in,
imaginary profiles, written with sin.
In a garden of savages, one truth resides, 
primary commandment, falsehood abides.
Familiar principle, recalled by some,
On the telephone line, I am anyone...