Electronic devices cry out
like barkers at a carnival
each claiming to be more exciting than the last

A thousand books
flutter gently, like batted eyelashes,
offering to unfold themselves
and reveal worlds within

The blank page
looks up at me, pleading
for a drop of ink,
begging for meaning

Pinball machine in the corner
echos the sounds
of victories past
declaring physics to be
the most exciting pasttime

An army of DVDs
standing stiff-backed at attention
glaring at the books across the room
boasting of thrilling tales
of love, betrayal,
and explosions

And in the center of all this
I sit
motionless
on the couch

bored

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