1955-present.
i imagine those were simpler times,
then. the whole family gathered
around the radio, and heard
a program. sometimes little johnny
would act out the avengers, or little jane
would pretend to bring to life the
little orphan, annie. there was an
activity in the air.
television hardly makes a worthy guest.
the family nightly invites peter griffin,
or steve harvey, or 7th heaven over for
dinner, offering them the seat usually
reserved for the guest of honor.
they will talk and talk, and the family
hangs on every word, rapt with unfaltering
attention.
the unending buzz of the television
fills all room for relationship with
meaningless white noise. when was
the last time dad and johnny threw the
ball around? when was the last time
mom and jane got their nails done together,
or made cookies, or did whatever women
in a post-feminist society do?
and to think, the gays pose the biggest
threat to the nuclear family.
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