An Introvert’s Afternoon (Or Why I Don’t Read As Much As I Used To)

You look so comfy on the couch

Quietly reading your book.

Why don’t we turn on the TV

And then leave you alone in your nook

And if you attempt to turn off the show

We’re not watching, we’ll come back and say

“Turn that back on”, then proceed to tell you

All the bad stuff we thought of today.

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