Saturday, July 9, 2011

Epilogue

84) Epilogue - Apr. 07, 1987



In the preternatural glow

Sits a being who’s eyes reflect no soul



He thought he’d win the fight

But the T.V. was his plight



But it was stronger

And he sat there longer



There is no hope against his infatuation

And his lack of imagination



Thus he sits and gathers dust

While the other – rust

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