LOOK HOW HAPPY THE TELEVISION IS THAT I AM HOME!

Look how happy the television is that I am home!

So much has happened since I’ve been gone.

See how it springs to life like a wagging dog,

ripe with stories of its world and ours, with such joy and to-do.

Someone vital has died, someone else

has had worse luck than we had today, someone mean

who threatened our way of life has been put away

for a long time, and there is a new medication

to cure that itch we’ve had for weeks, and I can’t help

but notice that the fuzzy fuschia dress

the reporter is wearing would be just right

to make a good impression tomorrow night.

Nothing is like a television in the evening,

when the world needs winding down, to greet and comfort,

asking absolutely nothing in return