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Twenty-One Minutes
Every night after dinner
My eyes consume, I grow thinner
in ways I can not measure.
My body grows more grossly rotund
I'm entertained, yet have no fun
Joining millions in their pleasure.
Thirty minutes slide on by
One half-hour less until I die
Time well spent absorbing fame
Twenty-one of those minutes' content are
paid by nine minutes' advertisements, bar
special announcement, the networks proclaim.
For only three-tenths of my life
I spend seven-tenths free of strife,
challenge, growth, or diversity
I give no sign of a living will
My eyes grow wide, my mind grows still
A citizen of the one pure city.
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