With nothing better to do, he will sit
On the sagging couch, watching it.
From time to time he will throw
His alligator a bone
While glazed eyes shall gaze
At re-reruns of the same show.
No, he won’t turn to stone.
No, sometimes he shall wake,
To visit the bathroom, the refrigerator
or walk the alligator –
All in the space of a commercial break.