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BEAU GOLDEN

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A Handsome Man Sits on Her Couch


A good looking guy sits on your couch
You've been married to him for ten years
He doesn't watch football or drink any beers

A good looking man who could be on TV
But you are obsessed with that Frigging TV
What could there be left in this for me?

Losing every day i recall a spring fit
When my father and mother finally split
He was gone and she went to shop
My heart sank when i saw what she bought

ANOTHER FRIGGING TV
Here i sit with nothing to gain
watching TV popcorn damage your brain

Empty and vacuous and pretty as hell
Butt hell is where i perpetually dwell
I wish this poem could say something sweet

But i do not worship the medium
I worship the intellect
While you watch yours flow down the river
And out to sea
Forever wondering why you have nothing interesting to say.
Welcome to your life in LA

A handsome man sits on your couch
But you will bore him and become a grouch
A handsome witty charming man
You don't even bother to hold his hand

Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2011

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