I don’t want
To read poems all day.
But, to my lazy bums
I have so much to
Request.
Usually, I cannot do anything
But be
At your behest.
So fix my television
Join me in my nest
To contemplate and rest
What else
I need you to do
When I call on you,
Again,
Fix my television
But get away from the tubes
I don’t want any babies
For God’s sakes
I have you.

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