Guilty Pleasure

All silver and black

Scratched, beat up, loved

It is my connection to friends

When we can't see each other

A gateway to a sea of information

Waiting for my eager brain

It is my get away

When life is too much

The slate where my inspiration

Transforms into words

It is my personal entertainer

Filled with shows and movies I like

My artistic side flows

To alter pictures

It is my guilty pleasure

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/2/09

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