Oh boy, Norm

Lays on his side

With heavy eyelids

And The Price is Right

Breathes inward

And drifts on out

Losing the edges

Winning the prizes

And when the television’s silent

I speak into his dream

"Stop these wicked ways

And I will lead you to

The promised land"

Oh boy, Norm

On his side

Clutching the sofa

Eyes open wide

“Is someone in here?”

He asks out loud

Sits up straight

Turns the TV down

And looking all around him

He hears it once again

"Stop these wicked ways

And I will lead you to

The promised land"