Having cyber friends share
a fresh pot of cyber coffee
is merely clicks away.
It doesn’t matter whether
they’re naked or dressed, or
haven’t much to say.
We meet, we chat, we sip,
we leave: somewhat nice,
with little satisfaction;
Artificial means to an end:
for distant strangers longing
human interaction.
Cyber coffee klatches are
what they are: unfulfilling,
and short of fantastic.
Cyber coffee’s tepid at best,
and leaves an unnatural “bleh”
after taste of plastic.