The television is on
Football blaring from its speakers
People crowded around
Screaming out plays, and insults
Jumping up and down
The kitchen is a mess
Packed full of chips and dip
Pizza and coke
It’s become a free-for-all
An all-you-can eat buffet.
Candles scent the air.
Lamps light the way
When you come, you won’t want to leave
Because it feels right.
Because it fits.
Home.
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