Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1005081511460.2539@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Homeless and inworld
Date: Sat, 8 May 2010 15:12:12 -0400 (EDT)
Homeless and inworld Lost my place in SL a while ago Just happened when permissions changed Distrust land, land gets you nowhere Carry your stuff with you, wherever you go There's no place to rest, no place to stretch out Me, I like to stretch out, talk with anyone around No one's around in these vacated lands No one's got permissions, least of all me Everyone's bellies are full of prims They don't even have to put them away, Me, they're just what I got on my back Look at me, falling from the sky Empty's the world, the first and the second They're one and the same, busy hands at work They take pennies from the little guy The rich get rich, the poor get you know what The coffers overflow in first and second lives All money's virtual, wherever it's kept I've never seen a coffer, wouldn't know if I did But if something overflows, you can bet there's money there Wait, I've got a few more lines to go Wearing the stuff I own slows me up a bit Want a glowing prim, just give me food Or shelter from nothing at all, I'm just tired of falling http://www.alansondheim.org/homeless.mov