You’re vegetating,

Vines are growing over you,

Only your eyes are clear, though unfocused,

Tunnel vision you got, only your screen you see,

No longer do you eat, once in awhile a cup of tea…

Your mate does once a week water you,

Your dog does over your leg lift his,

Your cat likes to climb your vine,

No words do you anymore speak,

On your vines grapes do grow,

From a positive perspective, you make a great wine…

Your hand attached permanently to the mouse,

The only exercise you get, but you don’t grouse,

All life’s functions beyond your control,

If you experience spontaneous combustion,

Watering you as well, your spouse will of you douse…

© ed ;-) 5/28/09