Merv sat fervently on the couch
and plopped a lot of pills into his mouth.
Life stayed the same within but changed without.
His wife popped rapidly in and out
while ghosts of roaches fat and stout
flashed across the kitchen grout.
The slanting glinty dusty gout
that told the sun's descending route
blew through the hues of rainbow trout.
Cried the wife, 'Get up, get up, you lazy lout!
or I'll call Dr. Oosterhaut.'
But Merv could not discern her twittered shout
as she tried and tried to flex her clout.
Merv thought, 'What's this speeding up about?
The world's escaping me, no doubt.
It's raining all around my drought.
Over and over.' Over-and-out.
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