The one-eyed idol in the living room
Strikes at my family like the crack of doom.
I see their eyes a-glaze and they sit so still;
They ought to run away but it's all up hill.
I run up to hide in my own bed room,
I stamp in my frustration 'til the floor goes boom.
If I pull out the plug, I'll incur their wrath—
Oh, how can I lead them from their chosen path?
Author notes
Erratic, but it does scan; each line ends with a molusis--a foot of three accented beats. Like being upset and stamping my feet.
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