You Have Zero Messages

You have zero messages, it informs me curtly. Well so what, what's different about this site? I change sites like other people change shoes; Because it seems there's so much going on On the inside of me, that one site can't possibly Capture a still life of all those piled up words. I find I can make friends online easily now But there is a curious online short circuit Because all those friends seem so much alike; Could they all be the same person; how can you tell Since there's no voice, no face; Only the occasional profile picture, if you're very lucky. I have a life; I don't have to wait expectantly here Day after day, in hopes a stray message will pop up From somebody I really don't know anything about. You have zero messages, it informs me again. But wait- was that a smirk? Because even though it's only a program It knows I've checked for messages Thirty times, in the last three days. And even though I didn't ask it to remember, You know, that it knows the password too. It knows everything about me. In fact, if it were alive I probably would have had to kill it by now.