A video poem, using a text to speech generator to poke fun at online pornography.
Poem Text:
Internet Pornography.
Hardware.
The time has come for the modern man to start
Clicking around in cyberspace,
Typing into search engines,
While waiting for the latest
Binary blow job to render.
O,1,O,1,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh yeah.
It's loaded now.
Software.
Put away that pixelated penis,
I do declare.
And no, I'm not sitting here in my underwear.
If it was still the 1960s you'd be reading
A Playboy questionnaire,
Not instant messaging me about my cup size
And asking me if I shave my pubic hair.
21, female, short and blonde.
Would I do it in public?
Maybe beside a pond?
Pond rhymes with blonde,
And it's fashionable to be illiterate
During sex chat these days.
Anti-Virus.
I'm deleting the latest profile I made on
Match dot com.
It's full of lesbians posing as the latest
Obscure male model,
And perverted old crones
That want to see pictures of my pussy.
My sex drive has fallen below 1 megahertz
Per second.
All the pop ups about dildos and penis enlargement
Gave me Malware last night.
I think I might need to see a technician.
(c) Oisin Vink 2012
nice job
watertiteman 1 month ago