Television is the best entertainment,
Feeding pictures into the mind of the lover;
A letter is regarded by some to be fortunate,
Feeling out the rare sum, the righteous bundle.
The forsaken youth is a test for all those seeking
Pleasure in the political realm, a reality minced.
My show is the brilliant stem of growth,
Inhabiting the real clock, a devilish tool for
The hearty and lonesome alike,
The frenzy has been aborted.
My fear is in the ear, my frailty came with my eyes
Sighting a tragedy, the fearful dove swimming
In the air with alacrity, finding, and finding.
Let the show stagnate into nothingness,
So many could hear the applause of death.
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