You took the television to bed with you in the river,
and shed all these hopes that you wish to put to rest
in these muddy banks.
You, you took a chance;
even now, it keeps you company.
The water pools dark beneath your feet,
but the soft buzz hums on;
on the screen reflecting off the slow moving river,
Complacency eyes Disappointment across the room,
off to their hijinks again—
the sound of life continuing.
You took the television to bed with you in the river
As you lay your head to rest,
it shocks you into wakefulness
and you drown.
