A poem for all the ones who ever typed A/S/L

I look up in the corner,
and a message up has arrived,
a private message from a stranger
who thinks I have no pride,
who thinks the three little words
that will tempt me to oration
are not the standard "I Love You",
but AGE, SEX, LOCATION?
Now look here Mr Beefy,
or CyberKing, Wellhung
I'm researching on the manatees,
and though I'm not a nun
I'm wondering why you think
in that tiny little brain
that asking my age, my sex, or location
will make me go insane?

You have bored me an instant,
and I don't know you not a bit,
you don't even know if I'm a girl,
and still you place the hit?
Mr Beefy, you should try a life,
far from this flashing screen,
maybe there a novel line
would fetch a giggled scream,
something smooth,
like what's your sign
should really truly do it...
and when they tell you where to go,
you can really hurry to it...