The virtual world is all the rage,
But at some point reality intrudes;
While virtual is not just a phase,
The stomach growls, the bladder protrudes.
With virtual glasses tossed;
With bodily functions on hold;
Quick strides are made
To the nearest commode.
With urgent things relieved,
Again to a world so false.
Virtual glasses are retrieved
Until to the real world’s commode
We, once more, must waltz.