One
I've this warped concept
Of one sitting out there
Hanging for dear life
Upon every word
Every scene I bring to her
Famished
Thanking me profusely
For rescuing her
From the rushing stream
Of pablum
But then I see
In reality
She's not reaching for me
It's the damn remote
On the TV
And the walking dead
Is coming on.
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