DVD

You always wondered why it was called “bluefilm”

When the scenes were normal compared to the regular,

Lastweek,

you joined the other class boys

to watch what would later be your visual communion

it was your first time

the first of many more

Today you’re here,

Holding a copy of your own

With no one at home, you alone

You make the house a living tomb,

Balanced like a diet, you’re watching

All of a sudden

 the lights are gone,

It’s you now, in heat, starring at a lifeless DVD

Pregnant with a contraband in it

At this point you remember the roadside barber

The very one you refused to pay last month

because he used your head to “learn work”

Dialogue is key in matters like this

You knew you would see hell if Mother or Father ever came back to a pregnant DVD

There it is,

a horn at the gate

They’re back, so early

It’s the devil’s handwork

It’s always the devil’s handwork

Today, you will see that devil

Parents just entered home

Nepa comes back on,

The DVD smiles, as it replays from last memory

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