This couch that shields from life
and drains it from my very veins
makes me cease my activities
and become more death-like

This couch that takes from life
like a drug thats most poisonous
goes well with benzodiazepines,
and beers imported from Mexico.

This couch that atrophies
and kills my ability to live
is a pox upon this disheveled house
and a destroyer of all that is good

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