He sits upon the bench
of a piano
that never learned to play
watching a naughty film
his tv is showing
his eyes glued to the tv screen
he watches the movie
that he watches
over and over again
its so exciting to him
it is full of action
he does not pay much attention
to the words
because some of them
they just don't make sense
seems like people just
making weird sounds
its the kind of action film
that appeals to the man in the man
and the animal too
he holds a drink in his hand
its vodka
his favorite drink
he is addicted to watching this film
and cannot seem to get over the addiction
he won't be going nowhere
no time soon
maybe just a quick trip to the bathroom
and for that
he blames the vodka!
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