Sitting in front of the television--
images and sounds, square box--
the remote is in his hand,
He's crying.
When he speaks about his mother
he's talking deep, deep down--
Her things abide in the bottom of him.
Has he now gone wrong? He wonders.
As the tears cleanse his morality,
he asks himself, "Am I a loser?"
This man is the king of the world.
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Submission Name: He's Crying
