He lays on the couch
his gut peering
over the valley
of camo shorts;

He yells for a beer.

No one comes.

So he tries to get up
but in doing so,
knocks over the
small folding table;

Yesterday's dinner follows.

It's a new problem to fix.

But easily avoidable
(for the moment)
with internet ****.

Google Browser Incognito
flares up. His wife will come home
in half an hour. Gotta finish soon,--

before she cleans the entire mess.