The screen holds, ever close and dear,
The darkest secrets we love and fear,
With digging light, and there for free,
A man’s animal for all to see,
A mother saw her son’s reward —
awarded a trophy, a fine award,
Another watched with no bypass
as a glass jar shattered in her son’s ass,
A father saw on his deathbed,
When his daughter was born, and when she was wed,
Another saw his covered in milk,
Ever surrounded by men of ill ilk,
Come rain come hail through time’s sweet embers,
The screen, the screens, will always remember.
