Virtual Paradise

I don’t have to cry cutting onions
Because I go for onion rings
In McDonald and Burger King
Feel neither the cold of the winter
Nor the heat of the summer
Thanks to the heating and cooling system

When I need to eat a lot in a party
I secure the help of few pills
To take care of my indigestion
And then I diet
On any thing I can eat and still lose weight
I should believe the advertisements
You know.

The pain of parting with the money
Rarely hits me
As I never pay by cash
But swipe my credit card to buy
That I desire, not need

My million dollar condo
My red Mercedes with sunroof
And my yacht
Everything is secured
By financial help
From Chase, Citibank and Bank of America

The doctor runs myriads of procedures
To find why my leg is sore
And I walk home without paying a cent
As my insurance takes care of it, just like that
They also pay for my seven medicines
 I must have
To have a relaxed mind and an ever fit body
Without any exercise.

I love the television
As it brings me information
About so many drugs I should have to take
You name it and I can buy it without a copay
To fall asleep
To breathe better
To control my urine flow
To straighten my spine
To help me to control my kids’ ADD
And my wife’s mood swing
And my ultimate pleasure

There is nothing I should be worried
The soap bubble with rainbows
 Pops only for other people
Not for me
As I am in virtual paradise
And I worth it.

((*.*))

Babru