Sitting
seemingly aimless
stomach rumbling
pondering on the invisible edge
Mama's tears stain the pillows
Papa abuses Jack till he can't speak
Baby watches TV
learning how to want
“What's for dinner?”
The consumer asks
Dreams of tomorrow...
Wanderers in their own home
Laborers glued, stagnant
Opportunity knocks?
At a heavy oak door encrusted with jewels
No boys allowed
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