Poems and Poetry

Watching Game Shows | A Poem by J.K. Durick

I always know the answers, pick the right box, right
curtain, guess the price without going over, choose
the right letter, do exactly what they ask me to do
and go home with the money, drive off in the SUV,
they have for me, take their trips to tropical resorts,
my companion and I fly from L.A. for a six-night stay;
I get away, this way, I escape into a world of smiling
hosts, endlessly willing guests, and prizes, possessions
with so little work involved, I sit and collect, connect to
my just rewards for my day, empty-handed, envious,
the winnings I imagine remind me of the hollow hours
I have spent watching.



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