The Life Of A Lonely Man (For W.S) Poem by Not Long Left

there are no humans to touch,
when i am alone,
rooted to the indented chair,
where i have died a thousand times.
yet strangely the T.V
is always there to talk to me.
i Love the way the newsreader,
flirts with me, showing me her secret smile.
her eyes melt my heart.
i am never alone when the t.v is on.
you cant even say i have a drink problem,
because i drink with those in films.
laughing and smiling under heavy clouds,
of sexy smoke.
sometimes on sunday,
i go to church, singing hymns
such faith the box in my room brings.
then on monday i go to art shchool,
tuesday i help catch the fool,
who thought he could outwit the seasoned,
decective.
Wednesay i walk with dinsoars,
how loud are there roars,
thursday i sleep with another women,
forgetting about her when the screen,
go black.
Friday is fun i get to shoot a gun,
Saturday i perform open heart surgery,
on a sinking ship.

depsite what they say
i am never alone.