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Monotony
Monotony
On TV
a man runs and screams
I think he’s on fire.
Behind me I hear a fight
and I'm sure I’m involved.
Some pretty girl
rests her head in my lap
and flames dance along the hearth.
There is song and cheer
filling the air
everyone so active
and happy
and angry
but me.
And I don’t care
as I sit here
ignorant of a dying home
a dying world
a dying mind.
Surrounded,
alone,
and so very bored.
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