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Old She stares into the glowing box
And all of what it's showing.
As she turns the knob and sets the channel
Her excitement starts growing.
It's her favorite show today.
She sits back on her bed
Reciting all the lines
So she can hear her voice instead.
For once she sees herself inside
And playing out the scenes.
She knows just what she has to do
But knows not what it means.
Now out of mind and in the show
She mingles with such ease
And owns the stage for just a while
To see who she can please...
And right on cue she slams the door
To kick the neighbor out.
Takes two steps to the telephone
And answers with a shout.
This role, it calls for anger now
She just received bad news.
But soon her favorite scripted friend
Invites her to buy shoes.
And with the change of setting comes
Her favorite commercials...
The ones where she can catch her breath
That death has colored purple.
Not on too long, the sponsors leave
And trying as she might
She sinks in bed and keeps watching
These reruns of her life...
