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
A sense of bitterness and desolation come through in this verse, a poem that lays out an empty relationship, one that now consists mainly of pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting, Beau. More typical, I fear, of contemporary relationships than we dare imagine. This one burned my retinas as I read. Don