She is attached to the couch
like a swollen tomatoe;
glued to the TV, supine and subservient.
Texting while while writing a generic fantasy novel, with the
televison serving as an audio fireplace,
she believes she'll be famous despite
lacking concentration, respect, and will.
O, call to the daycares; a baby is loose --
neck fastened by an electronic noose.
America come and receive thy child;
harbor a body sheltered from the wild;
And how could you expect such
sofa fungus to survive? Well,
first, to save someone else, they
must be alive.