moongirl

She turns on her computer there
and tunes into a chat room where

all alone in the whitened space
she's the queen of this empty place

when a voice on the other side
gives a "welcome" and she can't hide

so she types out her greeting line
'howdy~hope you're all feeling fine'

soon she's back in her spacey mode
tuning out from the mother load...

Take a look at the
moon girl
basking in her sunshine
loon girl
drinking up her moonshine
more or less annoying
senselessly enjoying
simple monologue
every line is hers to hog
thinks the chat room is her blog
mind blown way out in the fog

spoil her readers, spare the blues
all the updates, shares her views

to each event and every date
the voice-box offers no debate

another voice she hears inside
has dented up her tin can pride

blah blah blah blah what's the point?
there's no one else here in the joint

and no one else could really care
but still you're out here, on the air

Someone puts a record on
now it's playing out her song:

Take a look at the
moon girl
powered by a third rail
loon girl
chewing on her thumb nail
more or less annoying
senselessly enjoying
simple monologue
every line is hers to hog
thinks the chat room is her blog
mind blown way out in the fog

chat it out
moongirl
making up a story
soon girl
you'll be in your glory
first you crawl and then you walk
grabbin' up the sidewalk chalk
crooked letters, crooked lines
hopscotch, you scotch all the time
first you'll babble, then you'll whine
sometims whisper, always pine
time will come, you've nothing left to say,
anyway...

that's okay
moon girl
basking in your sunshine
loon girl
drinking up your moonshine
more or less annoying
senselessly enjoying
simple monologue
every line is yours to hog
think the chat room is your blog
mind blown way out in the fog

Soon you'll tire and need a friend,
just be good and until then
share your thoughts, and don't pretend
type them out and this time hit the 'send'.