My captors gave me a small television set.
Only two channels,
it reminded me of my childhood.
What were my captors thinking?
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Those superheroes of TV,
fighting evil and blasphemy,
week after week,
the kind of shit that would send
normal people into breakdown,
but *they* bounce back,
again and again,
with a smile and a shrug,
to fight another day,
never tired,
never scared.
They are a bad example.
©ddr7hd
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