My Fabulous Flatscreen Shape
The fabulous flat screen suspended on my wall, glaring at me as I meander by, let’s just see if something catches my eye. I wave the magic wand and suddenly it turns on. Cars racing round the track, no, no I don’t want to watch that. Thumb tapping the display appears. Scrolling up and down, what do I see looking back at me? My plump round cheeks, my belly rolls bulging under my T. This reckless rectangle just about sucked me in again. Oh what is this coach potato suppose to do? Do I really need to waste my time stuck here in front of you? That’s how I got this way and where you’d love me to stay. But no not today! Let’s find some music and get on the move, there is always something else to do. This manmade magnetizing machine has put me in a comatose state, paralyzed on the coach a time or two. Frumpy is comfy but always stuck here alone with you. Fabulous flat screen your visions are lies. Scrolling to numbers I usually pass by, these channels I don’t need my eyes. My fabulous flat screen is vibrating to the beat on high and I go dancing right on by.
Copyright © Nancy Mitchell | Year Posted 2018
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