Is It Too Late - Poem by Steven Harris
All eyes glued
all eyes focued to one thing
the silver box in the corner
focused on one thing
that little shiny blink
the voices from one side
the laughs from the other
will the idiots ever go outside.
'Buy this before its too late'
'Half price on everything'
and they gasp at the little little box
is it too late?
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