minceir

Nothing much happen, this week. But had to write something.
Switch on the tv, let it go loud
watch the news, see all the people follow
Glance at the commercial, rise to your feet
Join in the chorus, of the muse-sic-al
search the paper, for the right show

laugh at the inane, not follow the joke
Dry your eyes, as the drama unfolds
Curse at the player, while the commentator sighs
turn off the tv, let off the lights go to bed.