QVC and Me

This is a funny poem unless you actually know me and know that when I get depressed I acually do lay on the floor and watch QVC...

 

I had a teacher once who

Said she watched QVC muted. Megan, her

Roommate, knew it was a bad

Sign. I loved it. Next time I feel in

To darkness, I turned it on. The lady onscreen

Reminded me of my Aunt Lisa; pants shoes and nails

All the same color. She laughed too much between

Descriptions that bordered on ostentation. I decided

To leave the sound on.