There are things to be eaten,
Glasses to be raised,
Games to be cheered for,
and people to be watched.
There are couches for sitting,
Recliners for lounging,
and couches for laying down on.
There are missives to be composed,
and manifestos to be scrawled.
With so much nothing to do,
You ask me to consider this
Fascinating philosophical quandary:
Is it worse when celebrities show skin
Or cover that skin with the same
clothing
On two different red carpets?
At least I have the pride to do nothing
right.
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