Body created,

Exported and finished,

You've got the perfect shape

That you've always wanted

Time to give it a spin

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Hunt down all the freebies,

Then realize you're poor,

As you go into the first shop door,

Now here's the first sign,

Of your total 'SL' addiction.

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Go to clubs and meet the hoes,

It seems only losers wear clothes,

Some shoved into small bikinis,

That dance round skinny poles,

Sorry, that could've been a small girl.

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Pixels and 'prims' dominate the screen,

Amazing how much sex there is on this scene,

Waddle about with your virtual body,

Age isn't a factor; it's all a game,

Just win as many hearts as you can.

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You can go slim and trim,

Or large as your car,

Doesn't matter who you are,

You're just a figure on a virtual space,

Created out of boredom.

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Make room for the paedophiles!

I bet you knew already

That this was going to be dodgy,

Some are cute and furry,

While others just hard to see