YOU watch a TV show
a night soap,
with lots of new discoveries
and twists
lots of tears and
slapping
overtures
You wonder why you
are watching these kinds of
junk
You know that all these
are not really true
and the writer is a fag
receiving his pay
and spend them to his
pay-for -love
one night stands
You become angry at yourself
You could have spent more time
on productive input like
trimming your dog
or feeding your white cat
by the window
or giving grains to visiting
sparrows under the mahogany
trees
But this time
there is no one in the house
for they have left you
It is not the TV show
Your anger is You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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