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 Iíve 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 weíve had for weeks, and I canít 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