With Foxes blasting in my right ear,
I have to hush you; from, y’know,
disturbing the show, her program.
Well, baby, I’m glad you found
the french fries. Let’s munch together
and try to tough it out through
this melodrama. We’ll hold hands
through a circus of overwrought
cheap emotions and try not to poke
the, what did we call it, the whole affair?
Trite? I do believe these narrative grounds
have been traversed.