Netslutz

I fear the net is turning us all into sluts, 

Constantly available, myriad partners. 

The chatter is the sex, 24*7 stimulation,

There's no climax, except for the literalists, 

But anti-climax, poor sleep, sight, depression. 

Friends, this mad addiction will cost us dear. 

Lift eyes, stare out the window, breathe deep. 

There's sanity in sacrifice, simplicity and thought,

Romance in 'no internet connection', maybe love.