miss pacman vs. duck hunt(round one)

there it sits at a distance, so old and worn. telling of a long, taxing road. it catches my eye. and for one second i forget why i try so hard to cover such true beauty with this hallow case. doorbell rings. quick, exit stage left before the curtain falls on our act. reach for the whitest tablecloth in the closet. next grab the pretty plastic plants. oh what a beautiful display! enter guests with teeth like snakes. we tread water as i yearn for venom to rush through the veins in my neck. what a lovely lawn! what a lovely house! what a lovely wife! what a lovely white tablecloth! oh its nothing. change subject as tablecloth covers and suffocates poor table. goodnight, goodnight. adieu, adieu. look forward to next strangling. that was a close one. i had to choke down my words. white tablecloth stained red. oh table how many times will i cover you with such a phony, unworthy disguise? dear table without you i would starve. you deserve so much more, yet you sit quietly, and think no less of me. oh dear table how much longer will i sit around you without showing your face. how can i be ashamed of such simplicity? let's burn away that tablecloth(that so easily entangles).