I am a powerful sweaty television
Vast and spacious
And yet full and spilling information
You stare, I stare back.
I am a clumsy cloth of privilege
My worth known and yet also belittled
My origin so simple, and yet my acquiring so hard
My length is a legacy of generations.
I am a big old couch of envy
Never ever leaving, always presently annoying
Seething through your neurons like hot tea
Sipping all the gratitude in you
And blocking your sight of goodness.