The constant quest for ambiance

In the humble quest, For the most adaquete ambiance,

The starving refrigerator hums perfectly

In key with the flashy television.

The radioactive microwave buzzes,

So loudly,

That the lazy wallpaper

 Is wilted away into simple wallflowers.

And somewhere else,

The air-condition

Kicks on,with a subtle,

Sub-zero

Sleight-of-hand

And a very sleepy

Houseguest,

Slips off

His

Or

Her

Socks.

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