Somewhere Else #4

Poem.

A star speckled sky surrounds you
The roof of your house, now a makeshift bed
Gives you a place to watch License to Wed
A cool breeze blows by
You hear the house shiver and sigh
Pulling the blankets up to your chin
Eating chunks of chicken out of a metal tin
Aside from the drive-in, there’s plenty to see
Because the world is your silver screen
Keep track of the people, make sure they’re ok
Bob is fine, he was here yesterday
Linda pulled through her addiction
But Terry got a conviction
The soap operas of daily life
Are as you notice, quite prone to strife
The world never runs out of suprises

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