Living Virtually

By: Kathryn McCarron
Competition Year: 2012
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Zuckerburg and Jobs are the names you know.
Not the thousands working away at their desks
that never receive the glory press.

Parents let their children run wild without a second thought -
the same ones who have to be in before dark.
Some are obsessed, they think they’re giving
undivided attention. But in this kid's room alone
it's different, now there's a picture of her breasts
on her profile and everybody's out
working away at their desks, too far away to stop it.

Lives are stored on hard drives:
as temperamental as desperate housewives;
one day running without a worry -
the next, the blue screen of death,
calling the children back in a hurry.
They're miles from where you are.
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