The room is a wreck
Bottles on the table, dirty dishes
Smashed chips and popcorn litter the floor
Crumbs and spilled fluids on the chairs
There are gadgets strewn about the room
Some of them stepped on, broken
Furniture moved, placed in peculiar patterns
The TV cycles the intro screen to a DVD
Music plays softly from the computer
He lies sprawled on the couch
Dressed in nothing but his shorts
A hand over his face to block the light
One foot hanging over the side
He snorts once, rolls over
Oblivious as a cat runs from beneath him
It must have been quite a party last night
Particularly for a five year old
Sneaking around while dad’s asleep
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