Had to keep looking, she was bound to take
her top off, the babe in the tub. Guys around, slouching over to her , trying
to make sense, connect as they say, another of the vibe words he’d heard. Was
going to use it in a sermon, sometime. Big brother, big let down, emperors
clothes theory repeats itself like fashion. For a moment he wondered if all, he
stopped wondering as she stepped out of the tub. Camera close up, her bottom
almost see through. They market this to kids he thought making a note of it,
was all over the news, loads of money, loads of silence, no one screams stop
when the slots keep paying, the sluts keep playing, the lusty keep spraying.
World fucked, no wonder. He wondered again in mind, was he watching the last
days of Pompeii.
Big brother, portal for the bored, and those who couldn’t afford. Time to move
on, he was reluctant though, she might undress. The remote hit the floor, his
eyes temporarily off the screen. Bending to pick it up, channel moved too, news
again.
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